She's A Killah Lyrics - Ghostdini The Wizard Of Poetry - Ghostface Killah

Ether Boy, Def Jam 

Ghostface, Ron Browz 

Oh, oh, oh 

It's no special when them shots go down 

You can catch one in the gut and go down 

The silencers work to muffle that sound 

Snuck through tools and on the low down 

Gangstas give it up, what 

Big cups of Goose stay filled it up, we stay four wheeled it up 

I would talk to shorty but her ass ain't big enough 

Her friends look like the type that'll just give it up 

From abyss to gecko, stay bum rushing them hoes like Joe Klecko 

It's hard to get a ticket like the Funkmaster Flex show 

Even fat girls get twist into pretzels, Toney Starks special 

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She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh 

She's a killer, mami, is a killer 

She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh 

She's a killer, shorty, is a killer 

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer 

Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller 

Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my phone and 

Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning 

Oh, oh, we partying to the morning 

My co-defendant, her name's Alexis 

Niggas get caught up by the side of her breastses 

She'll murder you while eating your breakfast 

You'll die wanting to try how good her sex is 

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Baby's shit wiggle like J-Lo, her thing so good 

Before you hit it, you be having to pray, yo 

Don't wanna bust fast, best be on your J O 

She strictly dickly, don't go both ways, yo 

She independent and she fly 

Bout 5'5, 5'6, bout yay high 

Button-up pink boss shirt, blue necktie 

Every nigga in the club wanna eat that thigh 

Surprise she stay on her toes like a prized ballerina 

She tight, her stomping grounds is out in Medina 

This pretty thing handle her biz, she carry those things 

Ready to die like she related to B.I.G. 

She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh 

She's a killer, mami, is a killer 

She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh 

She's a killer, shorty, is a killer 

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer 

Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller 

Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my phone and 

Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning 

Oh, oh, we partying to the morning 

Everybody's acting like they killing the town 

Pardon me lord, I was sipping that brown 

This goes for the rappers, non-gun clappers 

Yo, Wigs, get the cameras these is a bunch of actors 

Yet, my heat sing like Shirley Caesar 

You can come test me at, your own leisure 

I'm ballin', gettin' Arab money and I pop champagne 

And go hit shorty, shaking that thang 'cuz 

She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh 

She's a killer, mami, is a killer 

She's a killer, oh, she's a killer, oh 

She's a killer, shorty, is a killer 

Oh, hop in my four wheeler, oh, ain't nobody realer 

Oh, you got a man, I'ma steal ya, oh, my ice is iller 

Yeah, we drinking Patron and put your number in my phone and 

Ain't trying to take you home and we partying to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, to, to the morning 

Oh, to the morning, oh, to the morning 

Oh, oh, we partying to the morning