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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ClayCo
ClayCo
Producer
Marcus Fritz
Marcus Fritz
Mixing Engineer
T8ko
T8ko
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, you know I can't cuff that bitch Shawty right there, the passaround Yeah, shawty seen a nigga one time Bitch done end up passin' out Yeah, I need to call up NASA Yeah, I get higher than astronauts Yeah, everybody know I'm the boss You should probably go and ask around Yeah, shawty, I face my blunts I don't even like to passaround Yeah, I like to face my hoes I don't even fuck with the passaround (fuck with the passaround) Blonde hair on me and my ho Yeah, nigga, we just be smashin' now Yeah, I gotta free my mind I'm spendin' my time in a castle, shawty Yeah, I put that ho in my time, turn her upside down Real deal vampire Yеah, I make that ho rep that shit if she stamped I'm talkin' forever alive Yeah, I make that ho rep that shit if she stamped I'm talkin' 'bout O-P-I-U-M When that ho said she fuck with a vamp Yeah, she's talkin' bout me, I'm him Yeah, I put some ice on my neck Yeah, I come through, I'm freezin' 'em Yeah, if I put a check on that boy Yeah, my niggas, they seizin' him Yeah, if I spend a check on a bitch Yeah, she know ain't no leavin' here Woah, woah, woah (yeah) Yeah, you know I can't cuff that bitch Shawty right there, the passaround Yeah, shawty seen a nigga one time Bitch done end up passin' out Yeah, I need to call up NASA (Underworld) Yeah, I get higher than astronauts Yeah, everybody know I'm the boss You should probably go and ask around Yeah, shawty, I face my blunts I don't even like to passaround Yeah, I like to face my hoes I don't even fuck with the passaround Damn, a nigga buy all these clothes And don't even know what to wear right now Damn, a nigga don't even post the hoes Think a nigga goin' ghost Damn, a nigga been on the road The bros done fucked around, turned to hoes Damn, I guess that's just how it goes Still gettin' paid, I'm still goin' on Yeah, got a whole lot of shit goin' on But I'm still gettin' high, and I'm still makin' songs Yeah, a young nigga been gettin' fly Guess my God put my soul in the clothes These niggas, they too burnt out Yeah, they tryna get paid, they sellin' they souls Got a bitch I don't call or text But she come when I tell her, that ho on go Tell that bitch, "Keep it bool," if she keep it O Then she get what she want (if she keep that O) Woah, woah, woah (yeah) Yeah, you know I can't cuff that bitch Shawty right there, the passaround Yeah, shawty seen a nigga one time Bitch done end up passin' out Yeah, I need to call up NASA Yeah, I get higher than astronauts Yeah, everybody know I'm the boss You should probably go and ask around Yeah, shawty, I face my blunts I don't even like to passaround Yeah, I like to face my hoes I don't even fuck with the passaround
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