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Destroy Lonely worth it Lyrics

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I got to make sure every second worth it
Pouring up, I spilled some stuff, the driver swerving
Purple all on me, I don’t pop no perky’s
She the baddest bitch on Earth, she might make you nervous
She like Givenchy and double g and Balenciaga purses
I got to stay inside, being outside make me nervous
I might lose my mind if I see another person
I been gone, I been gone

Don’t answer my phone, yeah, she call and say I’m playing with her
How she mad at me? She got a man but she ain’t laying with him
Why you worried about me? Be with your man shawty stop playing with him
She say, “Lonely, why you treat me like that?”
That’s just who I am baby
I can’t help that I’m that nigga and I’m going ham baby
I can’t help I get too high, you better call a cab baby
I came a long way from scraping nothing, having to scam baby
I get way too high, I’m elevated
Promethazine and Sprite’s my medication

Every time I’m fresh, it make a statement
We take all the cash and blowing it, ain’t no saving
She take all that ass and throw it, you can’t save her
We brought a whole bottle, buy the whole pint, we get paper
She keep drinking drinking drinking all night with no chaser
I been thinking, thinking, thinking ’bout that bitch but I won’t chase her

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Yeah, yeah she’s a real earth quaker
Every day she making money, she don’t need a paystub
I been making waves, waves, waves, no vacation
That boy don’t get paid, paid, paid, you better not say nothing
I be goin’ rave, rave, brazy with the ravers
Baby, I’m the plug, I got way more weed than Jamaica

I got to make sure every second worth it
Pouring up, I spilled some stuff, the driver swerving
Purple all on me, I don’t pop no perky’s
She the baddest bitch on Earth, she might make you nervous
She like Givenchy and double g and Balenciaga purses
I got to stay inside, being outside make me nervous
I might lose my mind if I see another persons
I been gone, I been gone

Don’t answer my phone, yeah, she call and say I’m playing with her
How she mad at me? She got a man but she ain’t laying with him
Why you worried about me? Be with your man shawty stop playing with him
She say, “Lonely, why you treat me like that?”
That’s just who I am, baby
I can’t help that I’m that nigga and I’m going ham, baby
I can’t help I get too high, you better call a cab, baby
I came a long way from scraping nothing, having to scam, baby
I get way too high, I’m elevated
Promethazine and Sprite’s my medication

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