Destroy Lonely - Superstar Btch lyrics

(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin)
Ice cold, yeah, it's ice cold in the bity
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Boss bitch)
(She don't wash the dishes)

Yeah, I just fucked a superstar bitch
She said she missed me
Pentagram stars on this shit
It's not Givenchy
Bitch it's Ricky!
And this undercover pouch just
Hold my benji's
My twin 50, in the spot we geeked up
Bitch we getting litty!
When I'm home
I can't hit the road unless we got a glicky
All these hoes, finna rip my clothes
Damn they tryna get me
(Damn)
Ice cold, bitch, it's ice cold in the bity
(Damn)
Icy hoes, boss bitch
She don't wash the dishes
(Nah)

Uh, let her count my money up
I let her flex my benji's
(Yeah flex that shit)
I was down bad, I was fucked up, my nigga
Tryna get it
(Uh)
If you down bad, pick yo nuts up
My nigga and get it
(Uh)
Catch you down bad, bitch that's touch luck
Now we finna rick it

Yeah, I just fucked a superstar bitch
She said she missed me
Yeah, pentagram stars on this
Shit, it's not Givenchy
Bitch it's Ricky!
And this undercover pouch just
Hold my benji's
My twin 50, in the spot we geeked up
Bitch we getting litty!
(Litty)
When I'm home
I can't hit the road unless we got a glicky
All these hoes, finna rip my clothes
Damn they tryna get me
(Damn)
Ice cold, bitch, it's ice cold in the bity
(Damn)
Icy hoes, boss bitch
She don't wash the dishes
(Nah)

Nice clothes, bitch
I done designed all of my linen
Top floor
Bitch we went and upgraded our living
These niggas not on shit, come on
Let's go fuck they bitches
We busy getting rich
Now we finna fuck up the city
Exotic weed stuck up in my lungs
I'll breathe the difference
Bring the whole P down
Now we blazin' in this bitch
Bring the whole thing down
Blow some money in this bitch
They throwing ass all around
Throw some money in this bitch
Bitch, we young and rich
And lit, talking shit
And you get hit up
I been on a long ride, geeking
Doing big drugs
And my boy whipping, he can swear that shit
He swinging pick-ups
Bitch I'm getting digit's
I'm just working
Dropping off and picking up
All that money, yeah, we get it
Bruh you gotta get some
All that time that we just spent down bad
We had to make it up
Like I'm sick up in this bitch
I take that green and throw it up
Yeah, I got this pretty bitch
And I'm bout to dive right in her

Yeah, I just fucked a superstar bitch
She said she missed me
(Say she miss me)
Yeah, pentagram stars on this
Shit, it's not Givenchy
Bitch it's Ricky!
And this undercover pouch just
Hold my benji's
My twin 50, in the spot we geeked up
Bitch we getting litty!
(Litty)
When I'm home
I can't hit the road unless we got a glicky
All these hoes, finna rip my clothes
Damn they tryna get me
(Damn)
Ice cold, bitch, it's ice cold in the bity
(Damn)
Icy hoes, boss bitch
She don't wash the dishes
(Nah)

(Uh, Damn)