If Looks Could Kill Lyrics by Destroy Lonely is latest English song with music also given by ssort, Clayco, Carter Bryson. If Looks Could Kill song lyrics are written by Destroy Lonely, ssort, Clayco, Carter Bryson.
If Looks Could Kill Song Detail
| Song Name: | If Looks Could Kill |
| Singer: | Destroy Lonely |
| Composer: | ssort, Clayco, Carter Bryson |
| Lyrics by: | Destroy Lonely, ssort, Clayco, Carter Bryson |
| Music Label: | Opium/Interscope |
If Looks Could Kill Lyrics
If looks could kill
Baby, I’m the fashion demon
Ridin’ down Candler Road, and I’m speedin’
I got hella hoes tryna f**k 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 ni**as green as f**k, I’m ’bout to get over
No, bi**h, I’m not greenin’ out, you could not 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 mе
I done got this fly, so, I’m on a date with the moon this еvenin’
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 bi**hes, I don’t need no wingman (No wingman)
I get racks and 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’ ni**a
Grabba, grabba, grabba
Real deal codeine sipper, walk ’round with a purple liver (Purple)
Uh, I’m a fashion killer, I’m the s**t, pop a band (Pop a band)
I’m a real big baller, but won’t let no lil’ bi**h play with me
I’m a pu**y killer, after I hit it, might let her lay with me
Grabba, grabba
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’ bi**h
I take that lil’ blunt and I face that s**t (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 bi**h rockin’ Chanel
I put on Balenciaga for all of my haters
I gotta go, bi**h, 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 f**k 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 ni**as green as f**k, I’m ’bout to get over
No, bi**h, I’m not greenin’ out, you could not get over
Can’t get over
I just like to ball hard, ball like Dellavedova
Like 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’
If looks could kill, that makes every day
Halloween, man (It’s Halloween)
Ayy, Clayco, cook that mother-f**ker up
