Testo MONSTER - Destroy Lonely
Testo della canzone MONSTER (Destroy Lonely), tratta dall'album MONSTER - Single
You know what I'm sayin', I, I always gotta speak my truth
I don't mean it
You know what I'm sayin', call my phone, Top (Top Floor Boss)
Top Floor Boss (yeah)
Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor
I told you what it was (what it was)
I'm on drugs, I can't get enough (get enough)
She in love, she keep tryna fuck me (fuck me)
A real blood, don't fuck with dubs (blah)
I'm pullin' up, that's a couple bucks (on God)
I came from nothing, your main ho nuttin' (it's up)
She like ceviche, I just like Givenchy (Givenchy)
And every weekday, I'm workin' for this money (this money)
I'm lookin' forward, I put the past behind me (behind)
I'm turnin' mogul (mogul), I'm takin' over (takin' over)
Just check the logo, we takin' over
I could never leave my brothers for none these thots
My wrist a Range Rover, that's just the watch
She got designer body, I gotta buy it
Like everything exotic in my narcotics (yeah)
Everything exotic in my narcotics
Everything exotic in my narcotics
'Cause everything exotic in my narcotics
Everything exotic in my narcotics
The car I'm drivin' (drivin'), the bitch I'm fuckin' (bitch I'm fuckin')
Plain watches (watches), diamonds bustin' (yeah)
Sippin' straight drop, no, this not Robitussin (no way)
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, "Fuck 'em"
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, "Fuck 'em"
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, "Fuck 'em"
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, "Fuck 'em"
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, "Fuck 'em" (fuck, fuck, fuck)
Go Ferrari, caviar, and calamari (calamari)
I turned it up, and I ain't never sayin' sorry (okay)
They say the money show the people who you are (okay)
I hate to say it, I'm a motherfuckin' monster (a monster, yeah)
She a villain (she a villain), she the thrillest (the thrillest)
I love the bitch 'cause she know to keep it real (keep it real)
She said she really liked my album, If Looks Could Kill (if looks could kill)
I couldn't help it, gotta ask her how she feel (how you feel?)
Sippin', sippin' (yeah, yeah)
I can't help it, I've been livin' out my mind (out my mind)
I feel the devil, he been creepin' up my spine (ah)
I spend the money 'cause I ain't got time (got time)
(Time, time)
I told you what it was (what it was)
I'm on drugs, I can't get enough (get enough)
She in love, she keep tryna fuck me (yeah)
A real blood, don't fuck with dubs (blah)
I'm pullin' up, that's a couple bucks (yeah)
I came from nothing, your main ho nuttin' (yeah)
She like ceviche, I just like Givenchy (Givenchy)
And every weekday, I'm workin' for this money (yeah)
I'm lookin' forward, I put the past behind me (behind)
I'm turnin' mogul (mogul), I'm takin' over (takin' over)
Just check the logo (logo), we takin' over
I could never leave my brothers for none these thots
My wrist a Range Rover, that's just the watch
She got designer body, I gotta buy it
Everything exotic in my narcotics
Everything exotic in my narcotics
Everything exotic in my narcotics
Everything exotic in my narcotics
Everything exotic in my narcotics
The car I'm drivin', the bitch I'm fuckin'
Plain watches, diamonds bussin'
Sippin' straight drop, no, this not Robitussin
Middle fingers up to the haters, I said, "Fuck 'em" (yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Cody Rounds, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Abilov Vladislav Vadimovich, Mesheryakov Vadim Alekseevich
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