Testo if looks could kill - Destroy Lonely
Testo della canzone if looks could kill (Destroy Lonely), tratta dall'album If Looks Could Kill
If looks could kill
Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
I got hella - tryna - me and my bros (my bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (on the road)
I get hella green and I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos)
These - green as -, I'm 'bout to get over (get over)
No, -, I'm not greenin' out, you can nug it over (can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Dellavedov')
Don't shop at Dover's (nah)
Don't shop at Neiman's (nah, no)
Don't commit treason (nah)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (huh, so strategic)
Baby, please don't leave me
I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me (but I want you)
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin' (Huh)
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin' (so deceivin')
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (It's Halloween)
I get -, I don't need no wingman (no wingman)
I get riches, I don't sell no weed, man (not right now)
I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real, huh
I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill (top floor), uh
Uh, I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' nigga (Grabba, Grabba, Grabba)
Real deal codeine sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver (purple)
Uh, I'm a fashion killer, I'm a - popper, babe (- popper, babe)
I'm a real big baller, but won't let no lil' - play with me (Grabba, Grabba)
I'm a - killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me (Huh)
She a fashion killer, check out how she walk in, yo, look, she slayin' it (huh)
My boy got a trigger finger, he ready to pull it, so, please, don't play with him (grrah)
I smoke 'til my lungs black, lil' bitch, I take a lil' blunt and I face that shit (Huh, face it)
I look at my demons and face 'em (face 'em)
Take the Chrome Hearts Timbs and I lace 'em (ha)
I'm walkin' through hell, I got an FN loaded up with a laser (rah)
My - rockin' Chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go, bitch, l'Il see you later (go)
I'm the Dark Lord, real soul taker (huh)
I'm the Top Floor Boss and lil' player (boss)
I put on big pants, real deal raver (raver)
(Raver, raver)
Baby, I'm the fashion demon (demon)
Ridin' down Candler Road, and I'm speedin' (speedin')
I got hella - tryna - me and my bros (my bros)
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road (on the road, shows)
I get hella green and I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos)
These - green as -, I'm 'bout to get over (get over)
No, -, I'm not greenin' out, you can nug it over (can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Like Dellavedov')
Don't shop at Dover's (no)
Don't shop at Neiman's (no)
Don't commit treason (no)
Everything I do is for a reason (reason)
Everything I do is so strategic (huh, so strategic)
Baby, please don't leave me (please don't leave me)
I don't need you, and I know that you don't need me (but I want you)
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin' (ayy)
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin' (so deceivin')
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (it's Halloween)
(Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up)
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Ross, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Bobby Sandimanie Iii
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