Destroy Lonely - This Christmas lyrics

Destroy Lonely

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

[Destroy Lonely - This Christmas lyrics]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me and a ounce, nigga, this Christmas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I can't be broke,  nah, nigga, fuck that
Bet it all, put it on the table
Lil' bitch, I'm plugged in like a cable
No, I can't be broke, nah, nigga, fuck that
That chop' make him dance, nigga, Ayo Teo
My angel wings didn't come with halos
And we duckin' 12, nigga, gotta lay low
And I'm seein' life from
Many different angles
I feel like Xanman, nigga, hell yeah
Smoking real gas, you can smell that
In the trap, where the fuckin' bales at?
I was outside, nigga, fuck class
Just like a house, nigga, way I'm goin' in
And we havin' racks, nigga
Guess it's pay-to-win


It's a get-money-house
Can't let a hater in
It's just me and a ounce, nigga
This Christmas

And we havin' hella fun gettin' money up
Let it stack up to the moon
See, I had to run it up
Couldn't make it back
Guess I left way too soon
And I'm movin' fast, nigga, real, real fast
All you hear is fucking "zoom"
Think I don't get no guap, nigga, you a fool
And when I fucked your thot she
Ate me like some food
When I'm with my Blood, nigga, suu-woo
Hang with a Crip, nigga, Blue's Clues
Both of my gang members keep a tool
And they shootin' right at you
When I'm off this Perc', yeah
I'm movin' slow-mo
And my life feel like a movie
And I know it hurts when you see me goin' up
And I don't give a fuck what you doing
And I take my heart off my sleeve
Put that shit in my double-cup and
I just keep it movin'
I remember back then they was laughing at me
I was geeked up, they was callin' me stupid

I can't be broke, nah, nigga, fuck that
Bet it all, put it on the table
Lil' bitch, I'm plugged in like a cable
No, I can't be broke, nah, nigga, fuck that
That chop' make him dance, nigga, Ayo Teo
My angel wings didn't come with halos
And we duckin' 12, nigga, gotta lay low
And I'm seein' life from
Many different angles
I feel like Xanman, nigga, hell yeah
Smoking real gas, you can smell that
In the trap, where the fuckin' bales at?
I was outside, nigga, fuck class
Just like a house, nigga, way I'm goin' in
And we havin' racks, nigga
Guess it's pay-to-win
It's a get-money-house
Can't let a hater in
It's just me and a ounce, nigga
This Christmas

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't be broke, nah, nigga, fuck that

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