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destroy lonely & ken car$on - raver lyrics

[verse 1: ken car$on]
spent 10k on my jacket (spent)
give a f_ck lil’ b_tch, i’m swaggin’
give a f_ck lil’ b_tch, i’m braggin’
give a f_ck ’bout the b_tch, i’m swaggin’
give a f_ck ’bout the b_tch, i’m braggin’, yeah
these n_ggas don’t want no static
these n_ggas don’t want no action, i swear these n_ggas don’t want no smoke
that lil’ b_tch she a bop, that lil’ b_tch she a hoe
she just gave me some top, then she f_cked on my bro
yeah she f_cked the whole gang, she don’t give a f_ck though
i ain’t judgin’ her ways, but lil’ shawty a hoe
woah, woah, woah, woah
lil’ shawty ain’t changing her ways for n0body
ain’t talking ’bout murder, she catching them bodies
i call that b_tch up, shе pull up and ride it
and after we f_ck makе her roll my exotic
i can’t do nun’ for her ’cause i’m off these narcotics
got x, got pills, got dmt
i’m leanin’, i’m off of that codeine
say you love me, baby gotta show me
i’m in love with my drugs, it’s my protein
yeah i can’t do sh_t without it
told that boy, “shut the f_ck up and just drive”
ain’t no slowin’ down when opium slide (skrrt)
i just f_ck on that lil’ b_tch ’til i’m tired
then i hit the studio and rap about it
this sh_t for real these n_ggas cappin’ bout it
if i go broke, i’m back trappin’ exotic
pour up a four, pour a eight ’cause i got it
one liter, two liter, i can’t decide it
yeah, you know a young n_gga higher than the pilot
f_ck a mosh pit, i’ma make this hoe riot (yeah)
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
yeah, i put that fresh sh_t all on my body
i’m with this thot b_tch, feelin’ her body
i got her geeked up all on molly
yeah, me and my devil hoe just went shopping, d_mn
we keep goin’ up, can’t stop it
pourin’ up, geeked up all in the lobby
real lil’ vamp’, give that hoe a rick coffin
woah, i face me a blunt, and don’t do no coughin’
woah, i spend a young n_gga whole check real often
oh, and we put real diamonds all on our crosses
oh, i just put a double v all on my broad
woah, n_gga can’t even catch up, n_gga real real tired
woah, four_five, real_real bl__dy, yeah, real rock_star
yeah, my shooter he play with a stick, don’t know ’bout guitars
yo’ b_tch, she gon’ play with my d_ck until it get hard, yeah

[verse 3: ken car$on]
woah, woah, woah
it was just me and yo’ b_tch, and ain’t n0body know
ain’t talkin’ bout o block, i took her to the o
she f_ckin’ with me ’cause i ball like a pro
you smoke cbd and you sip on karo
woah
you act like that n_gga but yo’ gang sent you to the store
woah, i’m worth like six figures but sh_t, i wanna work some more
woah, my b_tch nose all white, she been snortin’ that coke
woah, these n_ggas don’t wanna fight, these n_ggas don’t want no smoke, no
[bridge: ken car$on]
you don’t want no smoke, boy
you don’t want no_
you don’t want no smoke boy
you don’t want no_
you don’t want no smoke boy
you don’t want no_
you don’t want no_
you don’t want no_
you don’t want no smoke boy
you want smoke boy
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke boy
you want smoke boy
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke
you don’t want no smoke

[verse 4: ken car$on]
i upper echelon my b_tch, that’s why yo’ ho on go
my b_tch flex harder than a n_gga on both legs, and still rolls
these n_ggas be broke boy, you ain’t got no check, need to sell your soul
can’t call me back about them four bricks, b_tch they already solt
yeah, they already sold
my diamonds, they sit on white gold
tinted chains look like a light show
and these n_ggas be screaming they real, but i know that these n_ggas gon’ fold
and my b_tch stay down, she been trill, that why she got chanel on her toes
i had choices, i come for the mil’
got some racks, i still put that sh_t on
got some racks, i still put that sh_t on

- destroy lonely ken caron

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