Destroy Lonely - Paper Plays lyrics
Destroy Lonely [Wardell Sandimanie III] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Destroy Lonely - Paper Plays lyrics]
(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
My next stop must be outer space
Yeah, if I'm being honest with you
Yeah, I do not know what to say
Damn, I can't relate with niggas
Yeah, all of these niggas lame
Damn, I can't even fuck with niggas
Why? 'Cause most of these niggas fake
Yeah, she know I'm fly, nigga
Yes, like a bird or plane
Yeah, she know I'm high, nigga
Yes, like a bird or plane
Yeah, I got her wet, nigga
Wet like a hurricane
I just touched down on the West coast
Getting high, nigga, smoking slurricane
I just touched down on the East coast
Eastside, nigga, it's another day
And I gotta thank God for another day
I was fifteen, found another way
Bitch, I'm Lonely baby, fuck what haters say
Getting money, nigga, that's the paper way
Every day, look for paper plays
We gon' fold a nigga up like paper planes
And they like me 'cause they
Say I'm rapping strange
She wan' be wifey
Tell that bitch to get away
See me on the net, I'm running up them plays
Catch me outside, bet I do the same thing
Yeah, and I'm with the gang gang
But nigga, you know I don't gang bang
If you try me, that Glocky go bang bang
I hang with street niggas
We do the same thing
(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)
My next stop must be outer space
Yeah, if I'm being honest with you
Yeah, I do not know what to say
Damn, I can't relate with niggas
Yeah, all of these niggas lame
Damn, I can't even fuck with niggas
Why? 'Cause most of these niggas fake
Yeah, she know I'm fly, nigga
Yes, like a bird or plane
Yeah, she know I'm high, nigga
Yes, like a bird or plane
Yeah, I got her wet, nigga
Wet like a hurricane
I just touched down on the West coast
Getting high, nigga, smoking slurricane
I just touched down on the East coast
Eastside, nigga, it's another day
And I gotta thank God for another day
I was fifteen, found another way
Bitch, I'm Lonely baby, fuck what haters say
Getting money, nigga, that's the paper way
Every day, look for paper plays
We gon' fold a nigga up like paper planes
And they like me 'cause they
Say I'm rapping strange
She wan' be wifey
Tell that bitch to get away
See me on the net, I'm running up them plays
Catch me outside, bet I do the same thing
Yeah, and I'm with the gang gang
But nigga, you know I don't gang bang
If you try me, that Glocky go bang bang
I hang with street niggas
We do the same thing
(I'm in this bitch with Clayco)