wagwan
Destroy Lonely
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Wagwan nigga what goin' My pants sagging, my gun showing My money way more greener than lawns I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence I got a bad bitch, she a foreign I'm up top nigga in New York And my big bro just came from court I got a stack full of all ones I'm with some pretty hoes having fun I'm in Italian, dripping in Milan I only smoke 41, don't want no runts I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run That why I hate to face it, in the front That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing That's why I hate these bitches they ain't nothing I'm getting paid, no I can't be sad Fucking this bitch and I'm breaking her back Came through with a whole lot of cash Came through with a whole lot of weed To smoke on And my diamonds stay getting freeze They way too cold, they on snow cone No I'm not Quavo but baby I count up by the hunchos And I'm way too lit If I pop out with this bitch, can't go through the front door 'Cause she way too wet When I hop up in this bitch, I need a poncho I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it I ain't even tryna f*ck with that lil bitch if she ain't serious Celine, Chanel When you ask for the fashion demon, it ring a bell No, I'm not playing fair I spent so much on this ring, I'm kind of embarrassed I don't even like to do too much My bitch, she do too much I don't care I'm sipping on codeine Counting up money while this bitch do my hair Wagwan nigga what goin' My pants sagging, my gun showing My money way more greener than lawns I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence I got a bad bitch, she a foreign I'm up top nigga in New York And my big bro just came from court I got a stack full of all ones I'm with some pretty hoes having fun I'm in Italian, dripping in Milan I only smoke 41, don't want no runts I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run That why I hate to face it, in the front That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing That's why I hate these bitches they ain't nothing Wagwan nigga what goin' My pants sagging, my gun showing My money way more greener than lawns I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence I got a bad bitch, she a foreign I'm up top nigga in New York And my big bro just came from court I got a stack full of all ones I'm with some pretty hoes having fun I'm in Italian, dripping in Milan I only smoke 41, don't want no runts I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run That why I hate to face it, in the front That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing That's why I hate these bitches they ain't nothing
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Written by: Bobby Sandimanie III
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