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Destroy Lonely - chris paul (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
Songwriter
Kole S. Ficthorn
Kole S. Ficthorn
Songwriter
Elijah Y. Terry
Elijah Y. Terry
Songwriter
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Clayco
Clayco
Producer
T8ko
T8ko
Producer
xdkole
xdkole
Producer
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
Mixing Engineer
Timon Adams
Timon Adams
Mixing Engineer
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Chris Paul, hey Bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you call?) All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (hit the lotto) I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul) I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dogs (with my dogs) She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (what I call her) Put that shit on, I'ma take it off, shawty (take it off) Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (all of 'em) All black fashion My bitch drippin' just like a witch, black magic Chrome Hearts all through my crib, bitch, I'm havin' this (lil' bitch I-) Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you askin' me? (Why you askin' me?) I been off the porch, lil' bitch, I'm clutchin' on my .40 I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it She just tryna get some money out of me, unfortunately (unfortunately) 'Cause I ain't payin' for no lil' bitch that ain't even worth shit (yah) (Killa, ay) (Killa, heh) Hey, bitch, you know I'm ballin', (ballin') why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?) All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (I hit the lotto) I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul) I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dogs (with my dogs) She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (what I call her) Put that shit on, I'ma take it off, shawty Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em Killa, she a lady killa Yeah, yeah, for real-a (yeah, for real) I'm the look killa with the swag, I be drillin' (killa, killa) She a lady killa with the swag, she be spillin' All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla Yeah, Tom Ford, Paul McCartney, and she goin' Stella Paparazzi pop my shit, lil' baby, I look stellar Your paparazzi poppin', bitch, I heard, yeah, you look stellar If looks could kill, then it's first degree murder They said that real niggas died, well, we resurgin' Niggas talkin' so much shit, I know they teeth dirty (teeth dirty) I been walkin' so much shit, lil' bitch, my feet hurtin' Niggas movin' kinda weird, it's makin' me nervous I ain't never runnin' out of paper, bitch, I keep splurgin' I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurtin' Live with all this flexin', countin' all this money, bitch, I'm never stressin' I been countin' hunnids (huh, huh) (Happy, happy) (Killa) Hey, bitch, you know I'm ballin', why you keep on callin' me? (Why you callin' me?) All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery I know that she like me and I think she wanna swallow me In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul) I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm ridin' with my dogs (ah-ah) She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her (what I call her) Put that shit on and take it off, shawty (take it off) Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of 'em (fuck) Fuck 'em Fuck a nigga talkin' bout? Look killa-killa Yeah, lil' top Boss
Writer(s): Corey Kerr, Bobby Sandmanie, Kole S. Ficthorn, Elijah Y. Terry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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