Destroy Lonely - ONTHEFLOOR lyrics

Destroy Lonely

Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Destroy Lonely - ONTHEFLOOR lyrics]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm only like twenty years old
I done seen a million and too many hoes
Uh, I done spent a lot on drugs and
I spend a lot on these designer clothes
Uh, I can't put my trust in a guy
'cause I know all of these niggas gon' fold
Uh, lil' nigga, know you not that guy
I'm the young nigga comin'
Through with a roll
Yeah, I'm getting like so much cash
I'm getting like so much cash
Ain't sold my soul
The bitch got so much ass, this
Bitch got so much ass
It drag on the floor
I let my chain swing, yeah
My chain swing and it's touching the floor
I'm on a private jet
I'm finna touch down in Brazil


To rock out a show

I got a private text from
This lil' private bitch
She wanna do private shit
I'm on my private page, I'm counting
Up racks and I'm getting fly
Lil' bitch
Uh, I stay getting paid, I
Stay in the stores
I stay buying all the shit
Uh, no I didn’t wanna hoop, no, I wasn’t on
No court, but I been a lil’ baller
Bitch
Uh, I'm telling the hoes
If I pour 'em up they
Better drink all this shit
Yeah, when we in the spot
Keep cash on the sticks
And we having all the sticks
Uh, talking about mo'fuckin' paper
I'm getting all of it
Uh, yeah, I don't got time for a hater
I can't even see these niggas
Uh, the bitch was 2D, I paid for
Her ass and now that shit 3D
Nigga
Uh, just me and my .43, talkin 'bout
My glick, I ride around two deep
Nigga
Uh, but I can't get too deep, nigga
Uh, 'cause I don't even trust these niggas
Uh, and I don't even trust these hoes
Huh, they just tryna blow my figures
Uh, let's take the whole two liter
Uh, let's go pour the whole pint in it
Uh, my neck so froze up, nigga
Uh, I look like a alpine skiier

I'm only like twenty years old
I done seen a million and too many hoes
Uh, I done spent a lot on drugs and
I spend a lot on these designer clothes
Uh, I can't put my trust in a guy
'cause I know all of these niggas gon' fold
Uh, lil' nigga, know you not that guy
I'm the young nigga comin'
Through with a roll
Yeah, I'm getting like so much cash
I'm getting like so much cash
Ain't sold my soul
The bitch got so much ass, this
Bitch got so much ass
It drag on the floor
I let my chain swing, yeah
My chain swing and it's touching the floor
I'm on a private jet
I'm finna touch down in Brazil
To rock out a show

I'm in a brand new whip
This bitch got suicide doors
Go grab the rope
I caught a brand new bitch, she tryna
Go back and forth, I tell her
"Let's go"
When I rock a brand new chain
Shit is a tennis chain
We don't do the ropes
When I rock a brand new stage
My fans they go insane
You already know
Yeah, yeah, I'm hitting this ho, uh, yeah
And I'm grabbing her throat
Yeah, I'm staying inside, huh, I'm
Stuck in the crib
Uppin' my roll
Uh, I'm still screaming free my guys
They done sent my lil' boy down the road
All these lil' niggas live in
Disguise, yeah, the real them
They don't show

I'm only like twenty years old
I done seen a million and too many hoes
Uh, I done spent a lot on drugs and
I spend a lot on these designer clothes
Uh, I can't put my trust in a guy
'cause I know all of these niggas gon' fold
Uh, lil' nigga, know you not that guy
I'm the young nigga comin'
Through with a roll
Yeah, I'm getting like so much cash
I'm getting like so much cash
Ain't sold my soul
The bitch got so much ass, this
Bitch got so much ass
It drag on the floor
I let my chain swing, yeah
My chain swing and it's touching the floor
I'm on a private jet
I'm finna touch down in Brazil
To rock out a show

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