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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)