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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter:in
Oliver Brown
Oliver Brown
Songwriter:in
Thomas Ross
Thomas Ross
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Esko
Esko
Produzent:in
Ssor.t
Ssor.t
Produzent:in
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

Huh, huh, shawty, she dancin', making a scene
Bounce, trampoline, I got a whole lot of
I got a whole lot of clothes, CELINE
I got a whole lot of sticks and ammo-, I loaded the magazine
I look like to model, I look like I'm 'posed to just pose on the cover of magazines
My b- like a model, she look too bad, but nah, she ain't too bad for me
Me and the gang, we slide, we creep
I'm in a Trackhawk Jeep, my boy in the 720S, McLaren
Suicide doors on the creature, my main - trippin', yeah
'Cause I don't be caring, I'm too damn evil
I can't even lie, you're pretty, baby, but I don't think that I need you
Huh, I'm sippin' on red, yeah, my young -'ll wet you up
I got rich, upper echelon, my bad - too wet, yeah
I got water, I got way more water than a bathtub
I just been tweakin' lately, huh, I don't give no f-
Tell that - to pull up, I'ma throw it, throw more than a dub
Stripper party in the studio, I don't go to clubs
I'm at Prime Italian, in Miami -, I'm eatin' good
I know my - tied, so I gotta get up out that hood
Know your tushy tight, yeah, good
I done burned the tires off the whip, I slide it through your hood
I don't get tired, real vamp, I'm up all night
Thick, real thick -, super thighs
Money, American Deli, I got a ten piece with some fries
She got a pink, I call my lil' freak Nicki Minaj
Then go outer-space, yeah, Phantom came with some stars
When I'm in L.A., I - every superstar
I smoke out the bag every day, I don't want a zip
And I'm pourin' up real mud, do you want a sip?
Baby, do you want a sip?
I just called my shooter up, and he ready to catch a kill
I just called my shooter up, he ready to catch a kill
Ten-thousand on your head, you'll be dead for real
30 thousand in my bed, ****, yeah, for real
I was signed in to a deal, goin' crazy, a hundred mil'
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
I just throw that money up and watch it fall
We got - poppin', poppin', poppin' -, yeah, now
We got - poppin', poppin', poppin' -, yeah, now
Tried to get over on me, hell nah
Tried to pull a move on me, we knock his head off
I'm the Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor, Top Floor Boss
I got gang members on the top floor, servin' Pitbull, that dog
Yeah, my chain hangin', and it's swingin', I got VVS' shawty
If you ain't gang, gang, then you ain't in, it's a real party
It's a boss - party, yeah, shawty
Yeah, let's get it started, huh, yeah, shawty
Ain't no keepers, but it's started, it's a foreign
She a freak and she pop a pill, yeah, she gettin'
Whoa, yeah, this - gets crazy
This - tried to come and trap me for a baby
I just bought my old - a brand-new Mercedes
I cut off the old -, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old -, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old -, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old -, now I'm goin' brazy
I cut off the old -, now I'm goin' brazy
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie III, Oliver Brown, Pierre Thevenot, Stefan Cismigiu, Thomas Ross
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