Aye aye aye yeah dressed to kill
Uh-huh yeah Ashley Deyj
Yeah uh huh
Yeah!
If it's me they
Ain't heard about
Well I'ma give them
Word to mouth
Clear the mirror
Fade them clearer
Wipe them down uh-huh
Yeah (dressed to kill)
And if it's me
They ain't learn about
I'm a give them word to pout
Fade them clearer
Ask for names
Line them up
And take them down
Yeah
Pusher coming through
So who are you?
Got a bag full of talents
And a bad chick see
She looking good
In the neighborhood Applebee
Edit you off my timeline
End of story Facebook
Music is what I'm faithful to
What I care about
Only thing I snare about
She a Barbie
Oxymoron like a pretentious hippie
Well I'd rather be a real girl now
Been thinking like a man told ya
With a bastard's tastes
I'm the champ
And with your finished lines
How are you gon' race
Left with gems wrote
Footnotes and fake folks
It takes much courage
To encourage all for coverage
Do discover the irrelevance
Of using your fists
You'll end up finding yourself
Collecting a scripture list
And then your almost mentor
Tells you you're Prophetess
Yeah!
Uh-huh
(Hey)
Yeah yeah uh-huh
Yeah dressed to kill
Yeah uh-huh
Yeah it's me whose
Life you weren't about
That life I told you about
Word to mouth
You filled with doubt yeah
(Dressed to kill)
Uh-huh yeah
If was me
They ain't too sure about
When she opens her mouth
Why does jealousy come out huh
Dressed uh-huh to kill
Yeah yeah
Most girls do things
Just for recognition
Well wake up girl
You ain't got no position
Dope makes my eyes glow
I'm guarded
In any world we're perfect
Like how we started
In this life, pure and right
So we keep living through days
And dreaming of nights
Ones that are pure and right
There's a fine line
Between foolish and modest
And he who flosses
And a reason why
Kanye and Rick Ross is
Rapping bout the devil's lies
And rope crosses
Impressing the mind
By physicality
I save me
For long last reality
Don't know what you thought
But you didn't think
You see you say things
And always seem
To do the same things
And I'm a lone-star for
Only like the weekend
Cause she in my bed
Then we know she freaking
I'm hardcore
Like Wu-Tang clan
And now she got
That blue clam jam
I'm hardcore like Wu-Tang clan
And now she got
That blue clam jam
Yeah uh-huh yeah
Ha ha
(Dressed to kill)
Ya better take notice hey!
Dressed to kill