Destroy Lonely - Motion lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Motion lyrics]
(Bitch)
Gotta put my mind on a
Mission when I'm sober
They see the wave and they ride like
The middle of the ocean
And we still havin' motion like a motor
She gon' make a noise when
She ride like a motor
Yeah, iPhone, trap phone, Motorola
No, I don't wanna kiss some, baby
Just bend it over
Know why they heavy-faced when you
Put 'em in a stroller
Kick it with a big slime, nigga, this a cobra
I ain't even gon' cap
I ain't even gon' hold you
We pourin' big lines into peach soda
You gon' pay a big fine tryna fuck me over
We gon' stuff a couple pounds
In a Range Rover
I'ma touch your boy and
I'm colder than Minnesota
And I'm all about my guap
'cause we only gettin' older
(We only gettin' older)
Yeah, each and every day, it's rainin'
I don't even feel the same, nah
Percocet, they help the pain, yeah
Fast line, road rage
Yeah, all these hundreds, pocket change, yeah
Crazy how your partner change up
Stack it up and hideaway, yeah
Might just have to break the safe open
All these people fuckin' lame, I noticed
And they not the fuckin' bank, I'm focused
Couple pounds to the face
Now we're fucking focused
Say the set never changed
Thought I wouldn't notice
You get the Lamborghini, not the Focus
Pockets stuffed with zucchini 'cause
We havin' motion
Double-cup lean, and yeah, I love the potion
(Yeah, I love the potion)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Come hold me down)
Gotta put my mind on a
Mission when I'm sober
They see the wave and they ride
Like the middle of the ocean
And we still havin' motion like a motor
She gon' make a noise when
She ride like a motor
(Like a motor)
Yeah, iPhone, trap phone, Motorola (Motorola)
No, I don't wanna kiss some, baby
Just bend it over
Know why they heavy-faced when you
Put 'em in a stroller
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kick it with a big slime, nigga, this a cobra
I ain't even gon' cap
I ain't even gon' hold you
(Okay)
We pourin' big lines into peach soda
(Peach soda)
You gon' pay a big fine tryna fuck me over
(Tryna fuck me over)
We gon' stuff a couple pounds
In a Range Rover
I'ma touch your boy and
I'm colder than Minnesota
And I'm all about my guap
'cause we only gettin' older
('Cause we only gettin' older)
Oh oh
Gotta put my mind on a
Mission when I'm sober
They see the wave and they ride like
The middle of the ocean
And we still havin' motion like a motor
She gon' make a noise when
She ride like a motor
Yeah, iPhone, trap phone, Motorola
No, I don't wanna kiss some, baby
Just bend it over
Know why they heavy-faced when you
Put 'em in a stroller
Kick it with a big slime, nigga, this a cobra
I ain't even gon' cap
I ain't even gon' hold you
We pourin' big lines into peach soda
You gon' pay a big fine tryna fuck me over
We gon' stuff a couple pounds
In a Range Rover
I'ma touch your boy and
I'm colder than Minnesota
And I'm all about my guap
'cause we only gettin' older
(We only gettin' older)
Yeah, each and every day, it's rainin'
I don't even feel the same, nah
Percocet, they help the pain, yeah
Fast line, road rage
Yeah, all these hundreds, pocket change, yeah
Crazy how your partner change up
Stack it up and hideaway, yeah
Might just have to break the safe open
All these people fuckin' lame, I noticed
And they not the fuckin' bank, I'm focused
Couple pounds to the face
Now we're fucking focused
Say the set never changed
Thought I wouldn't notice
You get the Lamborghini, not the Focus
Pockets stuffed with zucchini 'cause
We havin' motion
Double-cup lean, and yeah, I love the potion
(Yeah, I love the potion)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch
Come hold me down)
Gotta put my mind on a
Mission when I'm sober
They see the wave and they ride
Like the middle of the ocean
And we still havin' motion like a motor
She gon' make a noise when
She ride like a motor
(Like a motor)
Yeah, iPhone, trap phone, Motorola (Motorola)
No, I don't wanna kiss some, baby
Just bend it over
Know why they heavy-faced when you
Put 'em in a stroller
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kick it with a big slime, nigga, this a cobra
I ain't even gon' cap
I ain't even gon' hold you
(Okay)
We pourin' big lines into peach soda
(Peach soda)
You gon' pay a big fine tryna fuck me over
(Tryna fuck me over)
We gon' stuff a couple pounds
In a Range Rover
I'ma touch your boy and
I'm colder than Minnesota
And I'm all about my guap
'cause we only gettin' older
('Cause we only gettin' older)
Oh oh