Destroy Lonely - if looks could kill (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Destroy Lonely - if looks could kill (en) Lyrics
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If looks could kill (Kill)
Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road,
and I'm speedin'
I got hella hoes tryna fuck
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, yeah, I get
hella 'chos (Hella 'chos)
These niggas greedy as fuck, I'm 'bout
to get over ('Bout to get over)
No, bitch, I'm not greenin' out, you
cannot get over (Can't get over)
I just like to ball hard, ball like
Dellavedova (Dellavedova)
Don't shop at Dover's (Nah)
Don't shop at Neiman's (Nah, no)
Don't commit treason (Nah, no)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (Huh)
Baby, please don't leavе me (Baby,
please don't lеave me)
I don't need you, and I know
that you don't need me
I done got this fly, so, 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 bitches, 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, 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 (Pur')
Uh, I'm a fashion killer, I'm the
shit, pop a band (Pop a band)
I'm a real big baller, but won't let
no lil' bitch play with me (Grabba)
I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might
let her lay with me (Huh, huh)
She a fashion killer, check
out how she walkin', yeah,
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 that lil' blunt and
I face that shit (Huh, face it)
I look at my demons and
face 'em (Face 'em)
Take the Chrome Heart' Timb's
and I lace 'em (Uh)
I'm walkin' through hell, I got an
FN loaded up with a laser (Rah)
My bitch 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,
a lil' player (Boss)
I put on big pants, real
deal raver (Real raver)
Ridin' down Candler Road, and
I'm speedin' (Speedin')
These niggas greedy as fuck,
I'm 'bout to get over
I just like to ball hard, ball like
Dellavedova (Like Dellavedov')
Baby, please don't leave me (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 this fly, so, I'm on a
date with the moon this evenin'
She act cool, but I know
she evil, so deceivin'
(Ayy, Clayco, cook that
motherfucker up)
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