Destroy Lonely - Miley Cyrus lyrics

(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
Yeah

I'm in this bitch working
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, ho
You might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke

Yeah, this a money fight, nigga
Spend that shit on sight
I'm rocking 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
Thinking '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 namе like
That bitch on a flyer
X, roll like a tirе
Bad bitch fuck me 'til she tired
Damn, he not having 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 swerving these tires
Like I'm straight out of hell
A young nigga on fire
Real young nigga, I'm if lying, I'm flying
Damn, ain't no way I'm even trying
Doors go up, but I'm not suicidal (No)

(Yeah, yeah, doors)
Rockstar life, nigga, Miley Cyrus
Yeah, Miley Cyrus (Yeah)

I'm in this bitch working
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, ho
You might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke

Rockstar life, nigga, Miley Cyrus
I keep it cool, nigga, like an island
I'm rocking earftones, nigga, sandman
I bust one jugg, nigga, ten bands
Looking for my heart, baby, like the Tin Man
I'm smoking 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 smoking exotic while this
Bit' give me head
Yeah, my brother, he bleed red
Yeah, I ain't got no time to talk to
These folks 'cause I'm chasing this bread
Yeah, and it ain’t take time to
Get this fly, lil' bitch
We been fresh
Man, I fuck on that bitch
Call her best friend

I'm in this bitch working
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, ho
You might be right"
I'm rocking waxed denims and they tight
Yeah, I keep some racks in 'em real nice
Yeah, me and my bitch eat sushi and rice
Yeah, he a lil' bitch nigga, call him dyke

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