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destroy lonely – fkenggas (fakenggas (og)) كلمات اغاني

lyrics from leak

[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a ‘k with him (he keep a ‘k with him)
i took that ho outside, and told her, “don’t play with him” (b_tch, don’t play with him)
n_ggas wan’ hang with the gang, but i can not hang with ’em (no, i can’t hang with ’em), yeah
no, i don’t f_ck with these boys, i swear that i hate n_ggas (i swear that i hate n_ggas)
i can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (f_ck these fake n_ggas), no, i can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (f_ck these fake n_ggas)
i can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches (no), no, i can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches (f_ck these fake hoes)
rick owens my jeans, rick owens my kicks, lil’ b_tch, i get too fly (i’m rockin’ rick owens)
i’m getting way, way geeked with my b_tch, yeah, we get like too high (wе getting geeked up)

[verse 1]
yeah, i put that ho on thе x, now she piped up, she getting piped down (she gettin’ piped down)
i put that ho on that oxy’ and codeine, now that ho geeked up (now that ho geeked up)
yeah, i’m on some oxy’ and motherf_ckin’ codeine, lil’ b_tch, i’m geeked out (lil’ b_tch, i’m geeked out)
yeah, balenciaga boots so big, these n_ggas get stomped out (n_ggas get stomped out)
hold on, hold up (hold up), yeah, i’m doing tricks in this b_tch (yeah, i’m doing tricks in this b_tch)
no, i don’t skate, but i’m on my motherf_ckin’ grind, and i’m doing tricks in this b_tch (i’m doing tricks in here)
no, i don’t skate, but if that lil’ ho fine, then i’ll perform a trick for that b_tch (i’ll trick that ho)
i took her out on a date, i took her straight to my room, then i hopped in that b_tch (yeah, i hopped in that b_tch; uh, yeah_yeah)
diamonds on all my neck and my wrist, lil’ b_tch (all on my wrist;uh, yeah_yeah)
i’m shinin’ ’cause i’m a vampire, you could get bit, lil’ b_tch (you can get bit, lil’ ho; uh, yeah_yeah)
i ball like a motherf_ckin’ umpire, i put lean in the pitcher (the pitcher, lil’ ho; uh)
n_ggas ain’t f_ckin’ with me, and n_ggas can’t touch my b_tch (nah)
[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a ‘k with him (keepin’ a ‘k with him)
i took that ho outside, and told her, “don’t play with him” (b_tch, don’t play with him)
n_ggas wan’ hang with the gang, but i can not hang with ’em (no, i can’t hang with ’em), yeah
no, i don’t f_ck with these boys, i swear that i hate n_ggas (i swear that i hate n_ggas)
i can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (can’t f_ck these fake n_ggas), no, i can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (can’t f_ck these fake n_ggas)
i can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches (can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches), no, i can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches (can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches)
rick owens my jeans, rick owens my kicks, lil’ b_tch, i get too fly (i’m rockin’ rick owens)
i’m getting way, way geeked with my b_tch, yeah, we get like too high (we getting geeked too high)

[verse 2]
yeah, and i keep some motherf_ckin’ cash on me (i got some cash on me)
everytime that i move (uh), gotta keep my bag on me (gotta keep my bag)
if i hit that lil’ b_tch (uh), she gon’ try to brag on me (she gon’ try to brag)
if i f_ck on that ho (uh), she gon’ try to nag on me (she gon’ try to nag)
we in that lamb’ chopped truck (yeah), the insides red meat (the insides red meat)
f_cking this bad_ass b_tch (woah), her insides red_pink (her insides red_pink)
yeah, i let the k pop, ho (yeah), i’m goin’ blackpink (i’m goin’ blackpink)
yeah, can’t let main ho go (woah), for that lil’ lame ting (for that lame ting)
yeah, i let the lame ho go, then hopped on the cash ting (hopped on the cash)
yeah, i switched my focus up, then hopped in my bag, man (yeah, i hopped in my bag)
yeah, i’m on some all black sh_t, you would think i was batman (you would think i was batman)
yeah, i’m on the phone with my plug, tell that boy, “send the whole thang” (yeah)

[chorus]
yeah, my boy keep a glock and a ‘k with him (keepin’ a ‘k with him)
i took that ho outside, and told her, “don’t play with him” (b_tch, don’t play with him)
n_ggas wan’ hang with the gang, but i can not hang with ’em (no, i can’t hang with ’em), yeah
no, i don’t f_ck with these boys, i swear that i hate n_ggas (i swear that i hate n_ggas)
i can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas), no, i can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas (can’t f_ck with no fake n_ggas)
i can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches (can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches), no, i can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches (can’t f_ck with no fake b_tches)
rick owens my jeans, rick owens my kicks, lil’ b_tch, i get too fly (i’m rockin’ rick owens)
i’m getting way, way geeked with my b_tch, yeah, we get like too high (we getting geeked up)

- destroy lonely

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