Kill It (iTunes Bonus Track)

(アルバム： H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger For More 2) - 2010)

Girl you're something special
I just want the chance to get to know you better
Wine you and caress you
Spoil and impress you
Put you in my front seat
Take you home and sex you

I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
Fast cars, credit cards, Louis wallet
The girl I'm with now is hot but you hotter
One look at you and I almost forgot her
She gon' wanna kill me 'cause I wanna kill it
Shawty, let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it
Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
Hour after hour, girl, you gon need a minute

I'm into steady stunting in my Phantom ghost
Brand new Louis, brand new outfit, and my brand new toast
Rep by the loft
Get my cake and eat it, I want both
I'm only here for the summer then I'm leaving out the coast
If we get close, I'ma have to book another seat
Baby, something sweet
Body you would love to keep
Man, fuck the sleep
We can stay up, drink all this Rosé up
Smoke my weed and kick it, that sex gobbled a day up
For me this girls a lay-up
She knows I don't need it
Difference is I want it, someone that I could see me with
Would be our little secret
Not cause I'm ashamed but for all the nosey hoes infatuated with fame
Pussy's my addiction, yours is like cocaine
Girl let me light your life up, put you on the game
I have you riding Bentley, put you off that train
Strike a pose, take aim, knock the picture out the frame

I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
Fast cars, credit cards, Louis wallet
The girl I'm with now is hot but you hotter
One look at you and I almost forgot her
She gon' wanna kill me 'cause I wanna kill it
Shawty, let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it
Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
Hour after hour, girl, you gon need a minute

Ugh, I had a shorty, but after fucking you, it's over
I'm all wet, momma sitting on a super soaker
Ruin the sofa, I bend her over, bruise her coacha
Hell of a looker, somebody should give you a poster
She's my holster, careful how you fools approach her
See we're tight now and everyday we're moving closer
When I'm wit'cha's when I'm calm, baby, you the bomb
Fat ass, fly shit on, Christian Louboutin
Cruise along beaches, Canary Island features
Lambourghini, Porches, gorgeous chrome sneakers
The gossip won't reach us, we in another World
Keep doing that, I won't think 'bout another girl
Bad bitches, fuck, cum, that is all I've done
One million reasons why I ain't belong with them
We live with no worries and spend money for fun
Dodge snow flurries, lear jetting to the sun

I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
Fast cars, credit cards, Louis wallet
The girl I'm with now is hot but you hotter
One look at you and I almost forgot her
She gon' wanna kill me 'cause I wanna kill it
Shawty, let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it
Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
Hour after hour, girl, you gon need a minute

You got it baby
Almost forget her