Testo thats my - Destroy Lonely
Testo della canzone thats my (Destroy Lonely), tratta dall'album If Looks Could Kill (Directors Cut)
That's my model bitch, I love her (my model bitch)
Talkin' shit, but fine as shit, and softer than a feather (yeah)
Pull out your camera, take a pic' 'cause she look fly as ever (ok)
Poppin' shit, poppin' shit
That's my gangster bitch, I love her (my gangster bitch)
Yeah, if I get my fye', know that she gon' bust it (yeah)
Yeah, and she down to ride, said that shit ain't nothin' (yeah, yeah)
And she ride or die, huh
Yeah, she ridin' (ridin'), huh, yeah, she ridin'
Love my mean bitch, what's up?
And she got an attitude, we always fussin' (we always fussin')
Yeah, her ass fat and she let me touch it (she let me touch it)
Huh, she just look so pretty, yeah, when we fucking (when we fucking)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah, shit poppin' (pop it, pop it)
She pussy poppin' (pop it)
She bottle poppin' (pop it, pop it)
New pint, crack the seal open, watch it drop
That purple fallin', shawty, nah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All I got
And these niggas ain't on shit, hell nah, no, they not that guy
Purple, what I sip, baby, I'm high, yeah, I'm way too high
41 what I smoke out the bag, when she tie the knot
And O-P-I-U-M, what I bleed 'til the day I die
Blood-red, yeah, that's what I bleed 'til the day I die
And R.I.P. to all the OGs that came before I
I was so damn fire, I was really outside (outside)
Told my mama I'm gon' be rich, I looked her dead in her eye
And now I'm so damn rich, huh, I never told a lie
And I ain't goin' for shit, nigga, no, not I (yeah, yeah)
But I hop in the whip with the stick, know I'm ready to ride
When I call my man for the blitz, know they ready to slide (ready to slide)
Hope you ready to die
That's my-, that's my-, that's my-
That's my model bitch, I love her (my model bitch)
Talkin' shit, but fine as shit, and softer than a feather (yeah)
Pull out your camera, take a pic' 'cause she look fly as ever (yeah)
Poppin' shit, poppin' shit
That's my gangster bitch, I love her
Yeah, if I get my fye', know that she gon' bust it (bust it, bust it)
Yeah, and she down to ride
Said that shit ain't nothin' (that ain't nothin')
And she ride or die, huh
Yeah, she ridin' (ridin'), huh, yeah, she ridin' (ridin')
Love a mean bitch, what's up?
And she got an attitude, we always fussin' (we always fussin')
Yeah, her ass fat and she let me touch it (she let me touch it)
Huh, she just look so pretty, yeah, when we fucking (when we fucking)
Pop it, pop it, pop it, yeah, shit poppin' (shit poppin')
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Cordova, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Corey D Angelo Moon
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