Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson - Game Over lyrics
Wardell Sandimanie III
Kenyatta Lee Frazier
[Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson - Game Over lyrics]
Audemars Piguet, bust down Rollie
Chrome Hearts all up on my wrist
My neck frozen
Bad bitch tryna fuck my boy and I noticed
These niggas runnin' off of swag
That is stolen
Bitch, I'm the top floor boss
I thought I told you
My boys servin' crack
And I'm just smokin' doja
These niggas losers, I won, game over
I'm with the X-Man
I'm pourin' drop in my soda
Lean, lean, lean, lean, I need a kickstand
Bean, bean, G6, yeah, I'm X-Man
Private jet, G6, yeah, I'm 'bout to land
Fuck this rat, don't trip
It's gon' take a hunnid grand
If that nigga broke, yeah
You know I couldn't even glance
That boy need some leggings, he a ho
He not a man
FN, Five-Five-sеveN hot, like a fryin' pan
FN, Five-sеveN go, "Pop
Pop" I just fried ya mans
Audemars Piguet, bust down Rollie
Chrome Hearts all up on my wrist
My neck frozen
Bad bitch tryna fuck my boy and I noticed
These niggas runnin' off of swag
That is stolen
Bitch, I'm the top floor boss
I thought I told you
My boys servin' crack
And I'm just smokin' doja
These niggas losers, I won, game over
I'm with the X-Man
I'm pourin' drop in my soda
Lean, lean, lean, lean, I need a kickstand
Bean, bean, G6, yeah, I'm X-Man
Private jet, G6, yeah, I'm 'bout to land
Fuck this rat, don't trip
It's gon' take a hunnid grand
If that nigga broke, yeah
You know I couldn't even glance
That boy need some leggings, he a ho
He not a man
FN, Five-Five-sеveN hot, like a fryin' pan
FN, Five-sеveN go, "Pop
Pop" I just fried ya mans
Chrome Hearts all up on my wrist
My neck frozen
Bad bitch tryna fuck my boy and I noticed
These niggas runnin' off of swag
That is stolen
Bitch, I'm the top floor boss
I thought I told you
My boys servin' crack
And I'm just smokin' doja
These niggas losers, I won, game over
I'm with the X-Man
I'm pourin' drop in my soda
Lean, lean, lean, lean, I need a kickstand
Bean, bean, G6, yeah, I'm X-Man
Private jet, G6, yeah, I'm 'bout to land
Fuck this rat, don't trip
It's gon' take a hunnid grand
If that nigga broke, yeah
You know I couldn't even glance
That boy need some leggings, he a ho
He not a man
FN, Five-Five-sеveN hot, like a fryin' pan
FN, Five-sеveN go, "Pop
Pop" I just fried ya mans
Audemars Piguet, bust down Rollie
Chrome Hearts all up on my wrist
My neck frozen
Bad bitch tryna fuck my boy and I noticed
These niggas runnin' off of swag
That is stolen
Bitch, I'm the top floor boss
I thought I told you
My boys servin' crack
And I'm just smokin' doja
These niggas losers, I won, game over
I'm with the X-Man
I'm pourin' drop in my soda
Lean, lean, lean, lean, I need a kickstand
Bean, bean, G6, yeah, I'm X-Man
Private jet, G6, yeah, I'm 'bout to land
Fuck this rat, don't trip
It's gon' take a hunnid grand
If that nigga broke, yeah
You know I couldn't even glance
That boy need some leggings, he a ho
He not a man
FN, Five-Five-sеveN hot, like a fryin' pan
FN, Five-sеveN go, "Pop
Pop" I just fried ya mans
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