chris paul Lyrics – Destroy Lonely
Chris Paul, hey
***, you know I’m ballin’, why you keep on callin’ me? (why you call?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, ***, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I’m ridin’ with my dogs (with my dogs)
She like to drip like me so lil’ one what I call her (what I call her)
Put that *** on, I’ma take it off, shawty (take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of ‘em (all of ‘em)
All black fashion
My *** drippin’ just like a witch, black magic
Chrome Hearts all through my crib, ***, I’m havin’ this (lil’ *** I-)
Yes, you already know I’m that geeked, why you askin’ me? (why you askin’ me?)
I been off the porch, lil’ ***, I’m clutchin’ 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 (unfortunately)
‘Cause I ain’t payin’ for no lil’ *** that ain’t even worth *** (yah)
(killa, ay)
(killa, heh)
Hey, ***, you know I’m ballin’, (ballin’) why you keep on callin’ me? (why you callin’ me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery (I hit the lotto)
I know that she like me and I think she want to swallow me
In the mall, ***, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I’m ridin’ with my dogs (with my dogs)
She like to drip like me so lil’ one what I call her (what I call her)
Put that *** on, I’ma take it off, shawty
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of ‘em
Killa, she a lady killa
Yeah, yeah, for real-a (yeah, for real)
I’m the look killa with the swag, I be drillin’ (killa, killa)
She a lady killa with the swag, she be spillin’
All black fur on my jacket, chinchilla
Yeah, Tom Ford, Paul McCartney, and she goin’ Stella
Paparazzi pop my ***, lil’ baby, I look stellar
Your paparazzi poppin’, ***, I heard, yeah, you look stellar
If looks could ***, then it’s first degree ***
They said that real niggas died, well, we resurgin’
Niggas talkin’ so much ***, I know they teeth dirty (teeth dirty)
I been walkin’ so much ***, lil ***, my feet hurtin’
Niggas movin’ kinda weird, it’s makin’ me nervous
I ain’t never runnin’ out of paper, ***, I keep splurgin’
I ain’t never worried ’bout a hater, we gon’ keep on hurtin’
Live with all this flexin’, countin’ all this money, ***, I’m never stressin’
I been countin’ hunnids (huh, huh)
(happy, happy)
(killa)
Hey, ***, you know I’m ballin’, why you keep on callin’ me? (why you callin’ me?)
All this money on me look like I just hit the lottery
I know that she like and I think she wanna swallow me
In the mall, ***, I go Chris Paul (Chris Paul)
I been front line, shawty, yes, I’m ridin’ with my dogs (ah-ah)
She like to drip like me so lil’ one what I call her (what I call her)
Put that *** on and take it off, shawty (take it off)
Patek on them hoes, huh, look for all of ‘em (***)
(***)
(look killa-killa)
(yeah, lil’ top)