Destroy Lonely - hldmyhnd lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - hldmyhnd lyrics]
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch
I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss
What the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play
Leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause
They know who I am
I don't even like Saks but I need some pants
Bitch, I got racks
What the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad
But I'm not her parent
Yeah, I speak all facts, man
I'm so transparent
Man, I'm so transparent
Bitches so transparent
Niggas so transparent, they see-through
I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves
I make real deal plays, not YouTube
Her ass real deal fake, her boobs too
If you get real deal racks, they hate you
Yeah, and I make the music they move to
But my boy on my side might shoot you
I don't try to get fly, it's usual
I don't try to get high, it's usual
Keep it right on my side, won't lose you
When I look right in your eyes
It's truthful
Damn, I really like drugs, they useful
I get high as the motherfuckin' moon, ooh
Yeah, let's take a trip, man
Yeah, let's go to Paris, France
Said they ready for me, they ain't ready yet
Got the world in my hands
And I'm grippin' it
I buy so many clothes
And don't take pictures
(Don't take pictures, yeah)
I'm so stuck in my ways
Don't see a difference
(Don't see a difference, yeah)
It's too easy
I'm fuckin' these niggas' bitches
I feel like Wheezy
It's codeine that I'm sippin'
I don't see no competition
I see a difference
I don't do no politickin'
Don't talk to niggas
I don't do no pocket watchin'
I'm livin' different
I don't trust no fuckin' thotty
But love my bitches
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch
I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss
What the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play
Leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause
They know who I am
I don't even like Saks but I need some pants
Bitch, I got racks
What the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad
But I'm not her parent
(Clayco on the beat)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Yeah (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch
I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss
What the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play
Leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause
They know who I am
I don't even like Saks but I need some pants
Bitch, I got racks
What the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad
But I'm not her parent
Yeah, I speak all facts, man
I'm so transparent
Man, I'm so transparent
Bitches so transparent
Niggas so transparent, they see-through
I got these fuck niggas scared to make moves
I make real deal plays, not YouTube
Her ass real deal fake, her boobs too
If you get real deal racks, they hate you
Yeah, and I make the music they move to
But my boy on my side might shoot you
I don't try to get fly, it's usual
I don't try to get high, it's usual
Keep it right on my side, won't lose you
When I look right in your eyes
It's truthful
Damn, I really like drugs, they useful
I get high as the motherfuckin' moon, ooh
Yeah, let's take a trip, man
Yeah, let's go to Paris, France
Said they ready for me, they ain't ready yet
Got the world in my hands
And I'm grippin' it
I buy so many clothes
And don't take pictures
(Don't take pictures, yeah)
I'm so stuck in my ways
Don't see a difference
(Don't see a difference, yeah)
It's too easy
I'm fuckin' these niggas' bitches
I feel like Wheezy
It's codeine that I'm sippin'
I don't see no competition
I see a difference
I don't do no politickin'
Don't talk to niggas
I don't do no pocket watchin'
I'm livin' different
I don't trust no fuckin' thotty
But love my bitches
I'm the blond hair don, lil' bitch
I ain't playin'
Yeah, I'm the boss
What the fuck is they sayin'?
Nigga wanna play
Leave him right where he standin'
And this bitch so bad, let her hold my hand
I can't walk in the mall 'cause
They know who I am
I don't even like Saks but I need some pants
Bitch, I got racks
What the fuck is you sayin'?
And this bitch call me dad
But I'm not her parent
(Clayco on the beat)