Destroy Lonely - Met Gala lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Met Gala lyrics]
(Riding, lowkey, niggas think they know me)
(And we swervin' the whip)
(Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me)
Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick
Got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out
We swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out
Got drums on the Glick
I been riding, lowkey
Fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room
But I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah
I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me
I don't got a problem with it
Think I seen it in my dreams
I just rock the show, pick up the backend
And went and bought some jeans
And my bitch a fashion fiend, fuck that
I'm a fashion fiend
Fashion just like the Met Gala
Every time I hit the scene
We love codeine, cash and weed
Got this bad bitch
She a teaser
Glick on me, I up that shit
And that fuck nigga freeze up
And they take my swag for free
I guess I shoulda been a teacher
This lil' bitch a eater, fuck her
And then I leave her
Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick
Got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out
We swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out
Got drums on the glick
I been riding, lowkey
Fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room
But I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah
I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me
(And we swervin' the whip)
(Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me)
Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick
Got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out
We swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out
Got drums on the Glick
I been riding, lowkey
Fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room
But I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah
I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me
I don't got a problem with it
Think I seen it in my dreams
I just rock the show, pick up the backend
And went and bought some jeans
And my bitch a fashion fiend, fuck that
I'm a fashion fiend
Fashion just like the Met Gala
Every time I hit the scene
We love codeine, cash and weed
Got this bad bitch
She a teaser
Glick on me, I up that shit
And that fuck nigga freeze up
And they take my swag for free
I guess I shoulda been a teacher
This lil' bitch a eater, fuck her
And then I leave her
Bitch, I rock an all black fit
With an all black stick
Got a blonde hair bitch
On the east side, we spinnin' out
We swervin' the whip
I'm with big bro, he tweakin' out
Got drums on the glick
I been riding, lowkey
Fans think they know me
Bring that hoe into my room
But I know she get no key
I got mob-ties, bitch, yeah
I can't tell you what they told me
Rockstar bitch
She tryna come and suck the soul out me