ミュージックビデオ

ミュージックビデオ

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Ross
Thomas Ross
Songwriter
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
Carter Bryson
Carter Bryson
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clayco
Clayco
Producer
Ssor.t
Ssor.t
Producer
Carter
Carter
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Bill Jabr
Bill Jabr
Mastering Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer
Ssort
Ssort
Producer

歌詞

[Chorus]
If looks could 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
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road
I get hella green and I get hella chose
These **** green as fuck, I'm 'bout to get over
No bitch, I'm not green at all, you can not get over
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova
Don't shop at Dover's
Don't shop at Neiman's
Don't commit treason, everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic
Baby, please don't leave me, I don't need you
And I know that you don't need me
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin'
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin'
If looks could kill, that makes everyday Halloween
[Verse 1]
I get bitches, I don't need no wingman
I get richer, I don't sell no weed, man
I smoke dope by the pound, yeah, for real
I'm on the top of the mountain, king of the hill
I don't like no Swisher, I like Grabba Leaf, lil' ****
Real deal codeine sipper, walk 'round with a purple liver
I'm a fashion killer, I'm the shit, pop a band
I'm a real big baller, but won't let no lil' bitch play with me
I'm a pussy killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me
She a fashion killer, check out how she walk in, yo, look she slayin' it
My boy got a trigger finger, he ready to pull it, so please don't play with him
I smoke till my lungs black, lil' bitch I take her lil' blunt and face that shit
[Verse 2]
I look at my demons and face 'em
Take the Chrome Hearts Timbs and I lace 'em
I'm walkin' through hell, I got a FN loaded up with a laser
My bitch rockin' Chanel, I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go bitch, I'll see ya later
I'm the dark lord, real soul taker
I'm the top floor boss and lil' player
I put on big pants, real deal raver
[Chorus]
Baby, I'm the fashion demon
Ridin' down Candler Road and I'm speedin'
I got hella hoes tryna fuck me and my bros
I got hella shows lined up, I'm on the road
I get hella green and I get hella chose
These **** green as fuck, I'm 'bout to get over
No bitch, I'm not green at all, you can not get over
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova
Don't shop at Dover's
Don't shop at Neiman's
Don't commit treason, everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic
Baby, please don't leave me, I don't need you
And I know that you don't need me
I done got the flyest, I'm on a date with the moon this evenin'
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin'
If looks could kill, that makes everyday Halloween
Written by: Bobby Sandimanie III, Bobby Sandmanie, Carter Bryson, Corey Kerr, Thomas Ross
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