Chris Paul
(If Looks Could Kill)
Destroy Lonely
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Destroy Lonely Chris Paul Lyrics. Chris Paul Song Sung By Atlantian Artist Destroy Lonely On If Looks Could Kill Studio Album. Destroy Lonely Chris Paul Is American Pop Song Labelled By Interscope Records & Opium. Destroy Lonely Chris Paul English Lyrics Released On May 05, 2022.
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Song : Chris Paul
Artist : Destroy Lonely
Album : If Looks Could Kill
Genre : Pop
Language : English
Release Date : 2023.05.05
DESTROY LONELY CHRIS PAUL LYRICS
Chris Paul, hey
Bitch, you know I'm balling, why you keep on calling me?
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm riding with my dogs
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh
Look for all of them, all black fashion
My bitch drippin' just like a witch, black magic
Chrome hearts all through my crib, bitch, I'm having this
Yes, you already know that I'm geeked, why you asking me?
I been off the porch, lil' bitch, I'm clutching on my 40
I ain't have no silver spoon, got it up out the streets, I forked it
She just tryna get some money out of me unfortunately
'Cause I ain't paying for no lil' bitch that ain't even worth shit
Hey bitch, you know I'm balling, why you keep on calling me?
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm riding with my dogs
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh
Look for all of them
Killa
She a lady killa
Yeah, yeah, for real-a
I'm the look killa with the swag, I be drilling
She a lady killer with the swag, she be spilling
All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla
Tom Ford, Paul McCartney and she going stella
Paparazzi pop my shit, lil' baby, I look stellar
You paparazzi popping, bitch, uh-huh, yeah, you look stellar
If looks could kill then it's first degree murder
They said the real niggas died, well, we resurging
Niggas talking so much shit, I know they teeth dirty
I been walking so much shit, lil' bitch, my feet hurting
Niggas moving kinda weird, it's making me nervous
I ain't never running out of paper, bitch, I keep splurging
I ain't never worried 'bout a hater, we gon' keep on hurting
Them with all this flexing, counting all this money, bitch, I'm never stressing
I been counting hundreds
Hey bitch, you know I'm balling, why you keep on calling me?
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, bitch, I go Chris Paul
I been front line, shawty, yes, I'm riding with my dogs
She like to drip like me so lil' one what I call her
Put that shit on and take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh
Look for all of them