SHIP HER OFF LYRICS – DESTROY LONELY

Read the full SHIP HER OFF lyrics by Destroy Lonely along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Destroy Lonely’s music, you can also explore EXTRA HIGH and THRILL, two other songs by Destroy Lonely.

[Intro]
Yeah
Money Baby, Money Baby

[Chorus]
I’m a pimp with these hoes (I’m a pimp with these hoes)
Drop a check on my clothes (Drop a check on my clothes)
Can’t recycle my flows (Flows, grrah)
I’ma switch it up on you (Grrah)
Sit on top of the charts (Charts)
I’ma knock off a narc (Narc)
I’ma fu*k on her neck (Neck)
Got her geeked off a Perc’ (Perc’)
I’ve been chewing on X x
Jump off G4 jets (Jets)
She just want more s*x (S*x)
I just need more checks (Checks)
Audemar my Piguet, my Patek, pu*sy wet
I been balling so hard, you got hit with a tech’
I just pick up your b!tch, ship her off to the set (Yeah, set)

[Verse]
I don’t if we spin, made a mess
Bought my favorite ho new (??)
Watch me, yeah, I throw up my set (Yah)
Wash my hands with the blood of my enemies
I’m digging so deep in your b!tch, she said, “Lonely, you’re killing me” (Lonely, you’re killing me)
My baby gon’ eat on that d!ck ’til she full and that’s literally (Yeah, literally)
These n!ggas keep dropping trash, boy, stop littering (Boy, stop littering)
These n!ggas pu*sy, they sad, I call them the clitoris (They pu*sy)

[Interlude]
Money baby, money baby
Pu*sy-ass n!gga, I said stop talking ’bout this s*it
Money baby, money baby
YVL for life
Money baby, money baby

Ride or die, don’t trust it
Money baby, money baby (Yah)

[Chorus]
I’m a pimp with these hoes (Pimp with these hoes)
Drop a check on my clothes (Check on my clothes)
Can’t recycle my flows (Can’t recycle my flows)
I’ma switch it up on you (Yah)
Sit on top of the charts (Charts)
I’ma knock off a narc (Narc)
I’ma fu*k on her neck
Got her geeked off a Perc’ (Yeah, Perc’)
I’ve been chewing on X x
Jump off G4 jets (Jets)
She just want more s*x (S*x)
I just need more checks (Checks, checks)
Audemar my Piguet, my Patek, pu*sy wet
I been balling so hard, you got hit with a tech’
I just pick up your b!tch, ship her off to the set (Yeah, set)