the kill 2 - Intellectual

[Chorus: Lex Amarni]

Don't trip and fall in your LB heels (Yeah, yeah)

Bullets make it rain like a windowsill (Uh-huh)

Bulle—bullets to your face, she go in for the kill (Uh, uh)

Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill

Yeah, in for the kill, she go in for the kill

Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill (Yeah, yeah)

In for the kill, she go in for the kill (Ah, ah)

Bite the bullet, like the taste, she go in for the kill (Y-y-y-y-yeah)

If you walking around with the Yves Saint Laurent

Yeah, you so damn mad, 'cause I got what I want

And she tell me that she got, what I need, what I want

What I like, huh? Don’t wanna hear it

Pass me the lighter, tryna' get higher

Blowing on this gas, drive straight into the sky (Sky, sky)

Straight into the sky, uh (Sky, sky)

Straight into the sky, yeah (Ayy, ayy)

Straight into the sky

Yeah, but she grew up in Barking, walking around with that Dolce Gabbana

Dolce Gabban—, in that Dolce Gabbana

She into no drama (She ain't into no—)