Written By: Gabe Lustman
Verse1:
In the club
So you know what it is
Models bottles yeah I'm that kid
Just ordered pizzas to the club
Everyone here is drunk
And man if that aint the shit
Then you should tell me what is
I'm sittin here
Feelin like a star star star
All the ladies jockin so hard hard hard
Which one will I chose
It's not like I can lose
Tell me which ones coming home with me better yet maybe two
Ooo
If looks could kill then she'd be murdering heels woah
And I'm her victim overtime she comes here to kill but I love how it feels
Chorus:
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa
And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa
And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all
Verse2:
She dressed to kill
Freely at will
Oo and I think I like it
Fellas fallen like dominoes
Oo like they've never seen it
She just shut em down
She's shinin like a star
Straight off of the boulevard
This girl has got it
Next we're gonna start with some shots shots shots
Her fav is patron on the rocks rocks rocks
In the dj booth
We can see all the fools
Who can't do it like we do
Son take your ass back to school oo
Ooo
If looks could kill then she'd be murdering heels woah
And I'm her victim overtime she comes here to kill but I love how it feels
Chorus:
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa
And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa woah
That Girls A Killa
And she's free to me forget about the law because she's dressed to kill at
Will but homie I don't mind at all
