音樂影片

積分

出演艺人
Destroy Lonely
Destroy Lonely
演唱
作曲和作词
Thomas Ross
Thomas Ross
词曲作者
Bobby Sandimanie III
Bobby Sandimanie III
词曲作者
Carter Bryson
Carter Bryson
词曲作者
Corey Kerr
Corey Kerr
词曲作者
制作和工程
Clayco
Clayco
制作人
Ssor.t
Ssor.t
制作人
Carter
Carter
制作人
Ellantre “Tre” Williams
混音工程师
Bill Jabr
Bill Jabr
母带工程师
Travis Louis
Travis Louis
母带工程师

歌詞

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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