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Destroy Lonely redlight Lyrics

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Red light, stopped in my brain but I don’t miss ya
A whole lot of drink, I pouring up by the pitcher
A whole lot of money is coming in, I’m richer
They all know my name, the look killer
Check me out, baby, check my fit, let’s take a picture
He’s a lame, he’s a opp, baby, unfamiliar
Keep a FN under my seat for fuck niggas

I been going brazy, getting high as ever
She want to fuck me right now, but let me check my schedule
I got to turn these lights down, and now, I’m feeling better
I got to put the shades on, and now, I’m seeing better
I seen the double
I put it on, I’m fresh and fly but light as feathers
Lifestyle, turning up, it’s lit as ever
If she treat me right then I’ma treat her special
She said I’m fell in love last night, I don’t remember

Rave
Red light, stopped in my brain but I don’t miss ya
A whole lot of drink, I pouring up by the pitcher
A whole lot of money is coming in, I’m richer
They all know my name, the look killer
Check me out, baby, check my fit, let’s take a picture
He’s a lame, he’s a opp, baby, unfamiliar
Keep a FN under my seat for fuck niggas

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They throw dirt on my name but I don’t care
A whole lot of ice on my chain, oh yeah, for real-a
I keep a real gangster bitch, huh huh, glorilla
She a rockstar, check out her neck, it’s on vanilla
Everynight a party, black fur cover up the floor in my ride
I’m the dark lord, baby, I live in the night time (Aye)
Shawty say she riding
First time I seen the money, I damn near cried
I be cashing out on everything that I see, it’s mine
Back then without the money I was damn near losing my mind
I can go and buy diamonds and do it all the time
And if the bitch poppin’ fly shit, that’s what’s got make her mine
Close your eyes, if you trust me, baby, then it’s ours
I ain’t trying if it ain’t about the dollar signs
Four wheel drive Trackhawk whip, yeah, we sliding
Seperate lives, Hannah Montana, Miley Cyrus

Rave
Red light, stopped in my brain but I don’t miss ya
A whole lot of drink, I pouring up by the pitcher
A whole lot of money is coming in, I’m richer
They all know my name, the look killer
Check me out, baby, check my fit, let’s take a picture
He’s a lame, he’s a opp, baby, unfamiliar
Keep a FN under my seat for fuck niggas

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