Uma Thurman - Intellectual

[Chorus]

They say if looks could kill, then she might as well be locked in a cage, ooh ooh

And everything she wants she steals, but she will not take my heart away ooh ooh, oh

Criminal, cold as ice, breaking hearts, paralyzed

She's a killer with the black axe

Said she's gunning with the pound for some fat stacks

Ammunition like a navy, monastery, all her samurai's crazy

She lost her soul a long long time ago oh oh oh

I've been searching baby, so you could never call me shady, will you ever be my woman?

On the run, through the night

Killing em, it's homicide

She's a villain with the best sex

Uma Thurman she's a killer in a black dress

Now she's looking for her baby

Chopping heads all her weapons are crazy

She ran away a long long time ago oh oh oh

I've been searching baby

So you could never call me shady

Will you ever be my woman?

It's no alter nor priest, I still kiss the bride

Burn in hell before you diss my pride (CONG CONG!)

My guns doofy like Shaq in a Buick (CONG CONG!)

Ya'll think it's just rap in the music

Dirty like a stripper's ass and toes

After shaking her ass for cash in a club then came home

Dirty like a weed farmer who blends weed

Half step and get your ass stampede

Jump out the old El Dorado

Gun man standing around your body like the kid on the Pablo

Escobar we rep shit hard, Brooklyn's behind me

I keep my bride right beside me (CLACK CLACK!)