LYRIC
if looks could kill Lyrics by Destroy Lonely, from the album “if looks could kill“, music has been produced by Carter Bryson, Clayco & ssort, and if looks could kill song lyrics are penned down by Destroy Lonely, Carter Bryson, Clayco & ssort.
if looks could kill Lyrics
If looks could kill (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 (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 greedy as fuck, I’m ’bout to get over (‘Bout to get over)
No, bitch, I’m not greenin’ out, you can nug it over (Nug it 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, no)
Don’t commit treason (Nah, no)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (Huh)
Baby, please don’t leave me (Baby, plеase don’t leave mе)
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’ (Huh)
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 (Pur’)
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)
I’m a pussy-killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me (Huh, 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’ Timb’s 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 greedy as fuck, I’m ’bout to get over
No, bitch, I’m not greenin’ out, you can nug it over
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova (Like Dellavedov’)
Don’t shop at Dover’s (Nah)
Don’t shop at Neiman’s (Nah, no)
Don’t commit treason (Nah, no)
Everything I do is for a reason
Everything I do is so strategic (Huh)
Baby, please don’t leave me (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’
She act cool, but I know she evil, so deceivin’
If looks could kill, that makes every day Halloween, man (It’s Halloween)
Ayy, Clayco, cook that motherfucker up
SONG INFO:
Song: if looks could kill
Artist: Destroy Lonely
Album: if looks could kill (2023)
Music: Carter Bryson, Clayco & ssort
Lyrics: Destroy Lonely, Carter Bryson, Clayco & ssort
