paroles de chanson Miley Cyrus - Destroy Lonely

I'm in this bitch with Clayco

Yeah

I'm in this bitch workin' and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Badass bitch told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, hoe, you might be right"
I'm rockin' waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice
Damn, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke

Yeah, this a money fight, nigga, spend that shit on sight
I'm rockin' hightop YSL designer
They like, "What's that smell?" Young nigga, exotic
And I like that shit, young nigga, I bought it
And I like that bitch, might buy her
And I stack it up, count it up, thinkin' 'bout diamonds
Oh, you high? Well lil' bitch, I get higher
Yeah, think you fly, well lil' nigga, I'm flyer
And these hoes know my name like that bitch on a flyer
X, roll like a tire
Bad bitch fuck me 'til she tired
Damn, he not havin' racks, he a liar
I'm a young boss and these fuck niggas fired
Yeah, all-black fit, that's the perfect attire
I'm in a Rick Owens fit while I'm swervin' these tires
Like I'm straight outta hell, a young nigga on fire
Real young nigga, I'm if lyin', I'm flyin'
Damn, ain't no way I'm even tryin'
Doors go up but I'm not suicidal

(Nah, yeah, yeah dawg)
Rockstar life, nigga, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, Miley Cyrus (yeah)

I'm in this bitch workin' and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Badass bitch told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, hoe, you might be right"
I'm rockin' waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice
Damn, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke

Rockstar life, nigga, Miley Cyrus
I keep it cool, nigga, like an island
I'm rockin' earth tones, nigga, sandman
I bust one jugg, nigga, ten bands
Lookin' for my heart, baby, like the tin man
I'm smokin' dope while I watch the sunset
Overseas drip, nigga, PPFM
"This shit turnt, nigga", that's what she said
"This shit lit, nigga", that's what she said
Yeah, I'm smokin' exotic while this bitch give me head
Yeah, my brother, he bleed red
Yeah, I ain't got no time to talk to these folks 'cause I'm chasin' this bread
Yeah, and it ain't take time to get this fly, lil' bitch, we been fresh
And I fuck on that bitch, call her best friend

I'm in this bitch workin' and it's late night
Early morning, gotta catch my flight
Badass bitch told me I don't play nice
And I'm like, "Damn, hoe, you might be right"
I'm rockin' waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice
Damn, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke

Yeah, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke, dawg
Oh yeah!
Rockstar life, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, dawg
I'm in this bitch with Clayco