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She ‘s A Killer
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
1st verse
I’m in the fortress of solitude, eatin’ solid food/
Chick by my side and her body is smooth/
Loyal to the cause, abide by these rules/
She work a 12 gauge pump and body fools/
If you aint ah sharp shooter you’ll probably lose/
Motley crews, get bruised, and drop they tools/
Man she swagged out, had tah cash out/
Sent her on a mission runnin’ ah trap route/
She all the way up tha block movin through the last house/
Pimps getting shocked, cause she gotta fast mouth/
An if you bleeding on that, put that rag down south/
Button chirps she bring that jag on out/
The lips is sick wit’ tha red lip stick/
You losin’ yo’ mind when ya head get’s hit/
Seconds tick, limbs get separate/
Red dress is hot, what type of hell is this?/
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
2nd verse
Love her fashion clothes, when the fabric flows/
Everything she’s rockin’ is smackin hoes/
Girls watch- she arch her back and pose/
Stop stunt and stare and challenge foes/
Queen Isabella, Cinderella, palace robes/
Down the court yard where the carriage rolls/
Whether weaves or extensions, her hair is gold/
Got me leanin’ like a tower in Paris mode/
65 on the wind chill her stare is cold/
Make a man tell the truth and bear his soul/
In a fetal position like a chair get’s fold/
I got the numbers to her heart, should I share this code?/
Or knock her up quick just tah bare this load/
Or have her knock you down CLICK! And air your throat/
Place you snug wit a chair an a rope/
An gurney you slow up there on the slopes/
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
3rd verse
We dancing on the 3rd floor, she yellin’ serve more/
Tipsy off the first pour, plottin ah world war/
Fly, that’s what the birds are there for/
Rockin’ guns, go Pearl Harbor on their shores/
Warlords, pull up in Chevy four doors/
While these cats is rollin ah Ford Torus/
Voilence is strumming, humming the chords for us/
Bodies droppin’ on the floor boards before us/
Fah real, it’s surreal, like coke lines in the orifice/
She’s hands on stranglin’ with cords of fish/
Files in the cabinet, let’s destroy this shit/
Before me and the boys get hit and don’t exist/
Yellow diamonds, pearl linning on the hand grip/
The murder weapon described on the transcripts/
How many bodies we done put under the land strip/
Mrs. Mafia Don that’s why she gets her hand kissed/
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
She ‘s A Killer
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
1st verse
I’m in the fortress of solitude, eatin’ solid food/
Chick by my side and her body is smooth/
Loyal to the cause, abide by these rules/
She work a 12 gauge pump and body fools/
If you aint ah sharp shooter you’ll probably lose/
Motley crews, get bruised, and drop they tools/
Man she swagged out, had tah cash out/
Sent her on a mission runnin’ ah trap route/
She all the way up tha block movin through the last house/
Pimps getting shocked, cause she gotta fast mouth/
An if you bleeding on that, put that rag down south/
Button chirps she bring that jag on out/
The lips is sick wit’ tha red lip stick/
You losin’ yo’ mind when ya head get’s hit/
Seconds tick, limbs get separate/
Red dress is hot, what type of hell is this?/
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
2nd verse
Love her fashion clothes, when the fabric flows/
Everything she’s rockin’ is smackin hoes/
Girls watch- she arch her back and pose/
Stop stunt and stare and challenge foes/
Queen Isabella, Cinderella, palace robes/
Down the court yard where the carriage rolls/
Whether weaves or extensions, her hair is gold/
Got me leanin’ like a tower in Paris mode/
65 on the wind chill her stare is cold/
Make a man tell the truth and bear his soul/
In a fetal position like a chair get’s fold/
I got the numbers to her heart, should I share this code?/
Or knock her up quick just tah bare this load/
Or have her knock you down CLICK! And air your throat/
Place you snug wit a chair an a rope/
An gurney you slow up there on the slopes/
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
3rd verse
We dancing on the 3rd floor, she yellin’ serve more/
Tipsy off the first pour, plottin ah world war/
Fly, that’s what the birds are there for/
Rockin’ guns, go Pearl Harbor on their shores/
Warlords, pull up in Chevy four doors/
While these cats is rollin ah Ford Torus/
Voilence is strumming, humming the chords for us/
Bodies droppin’ on the floor boards before us/
Fah real, it’s surreal, like coke lines in the orifice/
She’s hands on stranglin’ with cords of fish/
Files in the cabinet, let’s destroy this shit/
Before me and the boys get hit and don’t exist/
Yellow diamonds, pearl linning on the hand grip/
The murder weapon described on the transcripts/
How many bodies we done put under the land strip/
Mrs. Mafia Don that’s why she gets her hand kissed/
Chorus
Every time she moves she’s sexy
In her little skirt she’ work she’s deadly
All up in the club with thugs and dread heads
Everybody watchin cops an them feds
Got cameras spotted, she poppin’ them legs
She work that pole, she work that stage
There’s a killa behind that face
She’s ah killa, killa, killa, killa,killa
