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destroy lonely - countin' bitches lyrics

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[intro: christopher sabat]
my motivation was to be the best, to be the greatest saiyan alive, as i always had been
there was a moment when you actually said you gave up
surrender is an outcome far worse than defeat
i won’t tolerate that kind of weak behavior from a saiyan
never forget what you are, d_mn it, where is your saiyan pride?

[chorus]
one b_tch, two b_tch, three b_tch, four (four)
b.m. just went f_cked on your b.m. and that’s for sure (for sure)
these racks come out the mud, we blow dirty money on clothes
huh, green light, all of my lil’ vibеs, yeah, they on go
pull up, press thе issue
white model b_tch clean as the tissues
ain’t no hidin’, b_tch, you wanna pop your sh_t? we out to get you
my shooter trigger finger itchin’, he gon’ shoot that b_tch until it’s cl!ckin’ (yeah)
ain’t playin’ madden, b_tch, caught ’em outside, hit stick them, them blitzin’

[verse 1]
came up bustin’ cards, made a hundred large, bought a broad
i told her “step outside,” bring me made back that cash, we goin’ far
i just popped an x, this thick b_tch just popped a xanax bar
this is money baby, you already know my fit is black as tar (woo_woo)

[chorus]
one b_tch, two b_tch, three b_tch, four (four)
b.m. just went f_cked on your b.m. and that’s for sure (for sure)
these racks come out the mud, we blow dirty money on clothes
huh, green light, all of my lil’ vibes, yeah, they on go
pull up, press the issue
white model b_tch clean as the tissues
ain’t no hidin’, b_tch, you wanna pop your sh_t? we out to get you
my shooter trigger finger itchin’, he gon’ shoot that b_tch until it’s cl!ckin’ (yeah)
ain’t playin’ madden, b_tch, caught ’em outside, hit stick them, them blitzin’
[verse 2]
yeah, but f_ck all that
i got your b_tch up, stayin’ in my bedroom throwin’ it up and throwin’ it back
i been f_ckin’ the club up, i just dropped some love on b00by trap
i’m in the back with the mob boss, top floor with two c’s and i’m relaxed
codeine run in my veins, my blood is made of wock, wasn’t there for act’
geekin’ up for days, i f_cked a rack, get you a million stack
van cleef, hermés, she look like the front page
double g, baby g, double o, double o gang

[outro: fbg goat]

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