letra de candler road (if looks could kill (og)) - destroy lonely
[intro]
if looks could k!ll (yeah)
[chorus]
baby, i’m the fashion demon (k!lla)
ridin’ down candler road and i’m speedin’ (smoke)
i got h-lla hoes tryna f-ck me and my bros (my bros)
i got h-lla shows lined up, i’m on the road (on the road)
i get h-lla green and i get h-lla ‘chos (h-lla ‘chos)
these n-ggas green as f-ck, i’m ’bout to get over (get over)
no, b-tch, i’m not greenin’ out, you can nug it 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, so strategic)
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 the flyest, 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 k!ll, that makes every day halloween, man (it’s halloween)
[verse]
i get b-tches, i don’t need no wingman (no wingman)
i get richer, 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 (we top floor)
uh, i don’t like no swisher, i like grabba leaf, lil’ n-gga (grabba, grabba, grabba)
real deal codeine sipper, walk ’round with a purple liver (purple)
uh, i’m a fashion k!ller, i’m a sh-t popper, babe (sh-t popper, babe)
i’m a real big baller, but won’t let no lil’ b-tch play with me (grabba, grabba)
i’m a p-ssy k!ller, after i hit it, might let her lay with me (huh)
she a fashion k!ller, check out how she walk in, yo, 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’ b-tch, i take a lil’ blunt and i face that sh-t (huh, face it)
i look at my demons and face ’em (face ’em)
take the chrome hearts timbs and i lace ’em (ha)
i’m walkin’ through h-ll, i got an fn loaded up with a laser (rah)
my b-tch rockin’ chanel, i put on balenciaga for all of my haters ([?])
i gotta go, b-tch, l’il see you later (go)
i’m the dark lord, real soul taker (huh)
i’m the top floor boss and lil’ player (boss)
i put on big pants, real deal raver (raver)
(raver, raver)
[chorus]
baby, i’m the fashion demon (demon)
ridin’ down candler road and i’m speedin’ (speedin’)
i got h-lla hoes tryna f-ck me and my bros (my bros)
i got h-lla shows lined up, i’m on the road (shows)
i get h-lla green and i get h-lla ‘chos (‘chos)
these n-ggas green as f-ck, i’m ’bout to get over (get over)
no, b-tch, i’m not greenin’ out, you can nug it 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 (reason)
everything i do is so strategic (huh, so strategic)
baby, please don’t leave me (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 the flyest, 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 k!ll, that makes every day halloween, man (it’s halloween)
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