Album Cover if looks could kill

if looks could kill

Destroy Lonely

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If looks could kill

Baby, I′m the fashion demonRidin' 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)

I get hella green, yeah, I get hella ′chos (hella ′chos)

These niggas green as fuck, I'm ′bout to get over (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)

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 evenin'

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, 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 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 Timbs 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)

(Raver)

Baby, I'm the fashion demon

Ridin' down Candler Road, and I′m speedin′ (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 green as fuck, I'm ′bout to get over (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 (like Dellavedova)

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 evenin′ (ayy)

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, yeah)

(Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up)