motion

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Destroy Lonely - Rap, USA

motion

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[Intro] (Bitch) [Chorus] Gotta put my mind on a mission when I'm sober They see the wave and they ride like the middle of the ocean And we still havin' motion, locomotive She gon' make a noise when she ride like a motor Yeah, iPhone, trap phone, Motorola No, I don't wanna kiss some, baby, just bend it over Know why they heavy-faced when you put 'em in a stroller Kick it with a big slime, nigga, this a cobra I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't even gon' hold you We pourin' big lines into peach soda You gon' pay a big fine tryna fuck me over We gon' stuff a couple pounds in a Range Rover I'ma touch your boy and I'm colder than Minnesota And I'm all about my guap 'cause we only gettin' older (We only gettin' older) [Verse] Yeah, each and every day, it's rainin' I don't even feel the same, nah Percocet, they help the pain, yeah Fast line, road rage Yeah, all these hundreds, pocket change, yeah Crazy how your partner change up Stack it up and hideaway, yeah Might just have to break the safe open All these people fuckin' lame, I noticed And they not the fuckin' bank, I'm focused Couple pounds to the face now we're fucking focused Say the set never changed, thought I wouldn't notice You get the Lamborghini, not the Focus Pockets stuffed with zucchini 'cause we havin' motion Double-cup lean, and yeah, I love the potion (Yeah, I love the potion) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, come hold me down) [Chorus] Gotta put my mind on a mission when I'm sober They see the wave and they ride like the middle of the ocean And we still havin' motion, locomotive She gon' make a noise when she ride like a motor (Like a motor) Yeah, iPhone, trap phone, Motorola (Motorola) No, I don't wanna kiss some, baby, just bend it over Know why they heavy-faced when you put 'em in a stroller (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Kick it with a big slime, nigga, this a cobra I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't even gon' hold you (Okay) We pourin' big lines into peach soda (Peach soda) You gon' pay a big fine tryna fuck me over (Tryna fuck me over) We gon' stuff a couple pounds in a Range Rover I'ma touch your boy and I'm colder than Minnesota And I'm all about my guap 'cause we only gettin' older ('Cause we only gettin' older) [Outro] Oh-oh

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  • Destroy Lonely