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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Thomas Ross
Thomas Ross
Автор песен
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Автор песен
Carter Bryson
Carter Bryson
Автор песен
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Clayco
Clayco
Продюсер
Ssor.t
Ssor.t
Продюсер
Carter
Carter
Продюсер
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Миксинг-инженер
Bill Jabr
Bill Jabr
Мастеринг-инженер
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

If looks could kill Baby, I'm the fashion demon Riding down Candler Road, and I'm speeding 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) I get hella green, yeah, I get hella 'chos (hella 'chos) These niggas green as fuck, I'm about to get over (get over) No, bitch, I'm not greening out, you cannot get 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) Baby, please don't leave 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 evening She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceiving (so deceiving) 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, 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, Grabba) I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me (huh) She a fashion killer, check out how she walking, yeah, look, she slaying 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' Timbs and I lace 'em (ha) I'm walking through hell, I got an FN loaded up with a laser (rah) My bitch rocking 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) (Raver, raver) Baby, I'm the fashion demon (demon) Riding down Candler Road, and I'm speeding (speeding) 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 green as fuck, I'm about to get over (get over) No, bitch, I'm not greening out, you cannot get 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 Everything I do is so strategic (huh) 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 evening (ayy) She act cool, but I know she evil (yeah), so deceiving (so deceiving) If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (it's Halloween) (Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up)
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Corey Kerr, Carter Bryson, Thomas William Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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