
NOSTYLIST Destroy Lonely
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[Chorus]
Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit
[Post-Chorus]
Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'
[Verse 1]
Flyin' across the globe, bitch, I'm gettin' 'chos, yeah, I'm on a money mission
All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be tellin' a nigga thеy miss him
Yeah, I fuck on her, but I can't cuff her, I won't makе her Mrs
I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missin'
I can't tell you shit
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch
I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my— (Shh)
Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit
[Post-Chorus]
Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'
[Verse 1]
Flyin' across the globe, bitch, I'm gettin' 'chos, yeah, I'm on a money mission
All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be tellin' a nigga thеy miss him
Yeah, I fuck on her, but I can't cuff her, I won't makе her Mrs
I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missin'
I can't tell you shit
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch
I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my— (Shh)
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