Lyrics LOUVRE – Destroy Lonely
Oh, yeah
Big bloods, huh, thinkin’ back to bein’ bool, yeah
My b**ch, she pretty bad and she came with attitude, huh
Paris, France, I’ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up
I bought her brand new bags, yeah, a different color, different mood
Bought her a brand new a*s, yeah, I’m tryna see it shake and move
I spent a n**ga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis sh*es
Mama say I’m ignorant, huh, ’cause get money all I do
I’ve been poppin’ s**t, huh, yeah, that’s really all I do
I ain’t playin’ witcha, try this s**t, I walk in with the Uzi
I ain’t playin’ witcha, I’ma blow this b**ch you make another move
I got different types of h*es, different races, they all cool
They tryna come f**k with the top floor boss and make a p0rno’ movie
My diamonds wet, wet, wet, just like a jacuzzi
And she wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, p**sy droolin’
Oh, yeah
Big bloods, huh, thinkin’ back to bein’ bool, yeah
My b**ch, she pretty bad and she came with attitude, huh
Paris, France, I’ma take her straight to the Louvre, uh
All this cash, yeah, just been tryna switch my mood up
I bought her brand new bags, yeah, a different color, different mood
Bought her a brand new a*s, yeah, I’m tryna see it shake and move
I spent a n**ga rent, huh, on a pair of tennis sh*es
I ain’t really understand what they say, these n**gas can’t talk, they don’t do what I do
Huh, I gotta watch what I tell these h*es, ’cause they all tryna stalk my moves
Look like I stepped in s**t, and she tryna wipe it right off my shoes
I put Demna all on my feet, yeah, my hat made by him too
Uh-uh, she like, What’s in the bag Cool hundred thousand, yeah, straight cash
Yeah, we in the Lamb’ chopped truck, and we ain’t tryna race no Jag’
Uh, yeah, if I’m in the big black truck then I’m rollin’ up ‘thrax in the back
Uh, If I’m gon’ hit that slut then I’m breakin’ her in, breakin’ her back
Uh, if I’m gon’ do that show, need a big bag, gainin’ them racks
Yeah, I’m the top floor boss, real snake, hell nah, I can’t f**k with no rats
Yeah, I’m the top floor boss, real bat, hell nah, I can’t f**k with no rats
If I f**k that ho and send her off, I bet that she come back…
➤ Written by Destroy Lonely
Album: NS+ (ULTRA)
Produced by Clayco, BryceUnknwn & y2tnb
Destroy Lonely | 2022
