Destroy Lonely – NOSTYLIST

Lyrics NOSTYLIST – Destroy Lonely

B**ch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as f**k, I put it on, no help, I did this s**t
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as s**t
She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this b**ch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as s**t

Rock Balenciaga too, b**ch, I’m flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these n**gas lame as f**k, and they hate ’cause they don’t get it
Yeah, lil’ b**ch, I’m cool as f**k, and it’s paper that I’m gettin’

Fly across the globe, b**ch, I’m gettin’ shows, yeah, I’m on a money mission
All that old s**t over, but the old h*es still be tellin’ me they miss me
Yeah, I f**k on her, but I can’t cuff her, I won’t make her Mrs
I don’t know that boy, and I can’t tell you how he end up missin’
I can’t tell you s**t
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my b**ch, bust down my b**ch
I’m fresh as hell, b**ch, I’m fly as s**t
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I’m whippin’ this
Shawty like, Hell yeah, she with the s**ts
Shawty like, Hell yeah, she grab my stick
Shawty like, Hell yeah, she grabbed my—

B**ch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as f**k, I put it on, no help, I did this s**t
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as s**t
She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this b**ch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as s**t

Tell that b**ch to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it
Got her wet just like a pool, I’m finna dive right in her kitty
My b**ch rockin’ this s**t too, I buy her that, she buy me this
Told my folks I’m gettin’ rich, it ain’t no way I’m washin’ dishes
All the pretty h*es comin’ to my shows, man, this s**t get crazy
If I f**k that b**ch I gotta wrap it up, don’t want no baby
I’m in the SRT, Trackhawk, tryna let my thot drive the Mercedes

Yeah, on my side, n**ga, you play with this s**t, you might just die today
Yeah, don’t play, n**ga, don’t play
N**gas say they insane, but I’m really insane
Yeah, n**ga stay in your lane, ’cause mine might drive you crazy
Yeah, I just f**ked that b**ch, I didn’t know that was your bae
Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain’t too much to say
Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say
Yeah, she doin’ tricks on the dick, that ho Cirque du Soleil
Yeah, I’m in Milan, shawty, eatin’ squid and my b**ch servin’ face

B**ch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as f**k, I put it on, no help, I did this s**t
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as s**t
She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this b**ch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as s**t

Rock Balenciaga too, b**ch, I’m flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these n**gas lame as f**k, and they hate ’cause they don’t get it
Yeah, lil’ b**ch, I’m cool as f**k, and it’s paper that I’m gettin’…

Written by Destroy Lonely, Cxdy & Chef9thegod
Album: NO STYLIST
Produced by Cxdy & Chef9thegod
Destroy Lonely | 2022

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