WHATEVER WE DO KILLY
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[Intro]
(FREAKEY!)
[Chorus]
Whatever we do is between me and you
You a drug, you a dream, they be fiending for you
Shooting stars in the coupe, shooting stars on my roof
Whatever we do is between me and you
Deep in the tombs with a trap, Nefertiti
Just stick and I move, no doubt not a witness
Whatever we do is between me and you
Whatever we do is between me and you
[Verse]
Put your heart in the bag and nobody getting hurt
This a stickup, nothing sweet up, senorita this a curse (Yeah)
They scared to open 'cause collections knocking on the door
I never knew that problem, I'm the only one I owe
Hellcat in the ends, I be spazzing overload
Burn a bag like third degree, there's a fire all on Bloor
VVS head to feet and baguettes set the teeth
Audi truck skrrt like a Steelix, you can hear the fuckin' screech
And your ho might reconsider on an island with a beach
And this show it gon' continue, there's no closed curtain this eve, huh
Of course she blamin' me when she really on me
But there's no flippin' the script, in my pocket I got receipts
Might've lent a helping hand that was met with deceit
Tried to leave it in the past, but it still follow me
Fettuccine come with capers, I ain't even know that mean
Can you really keep a secret? You're my favorite remedy
(FREAKEY!)
[Chorus]
Whatever we do is between me and you
You a drug, you a dream, they be fiending for you
Shooting stars in the coupe, shooting stars on my roof
Whatever we do is between me and you
Deep in the tombs with a trap, Nefertiti
Just stick and I move, no doubt not a witness
Whatever we do is between me and you
Whatever we do is between me and you
[Verse]
Put your heart in the bag and nobody getting hurt
This a stickup, nothing sweet up, senorita this a curse (Yeah)
They scared to open 'cause collections knocking on the door
I never knew that problem, I'm the only one I owe
Hellcat in the ends, I be spazzing overload
Burn a bag like third degree, there's a fire all on Bloor
VVS head to feet and baguettes set the teeth
Audi truck skrrt like a Steelix, you can hear the fuckin' screech
And your ho might reconsider on an island with a beach
And this show it gon' continue, there's no closed curtain this eve, huh
Of course she blamin' me when she really on me
But there's no flippin' the script, in my pocket I got receipts
Might've lent a helping hand that was met with deceit
Tried to leave it in the past, but it still follow me
Fettuccine come with capers, I ain't even know that mean
Can you really keep a secret? You're my favorite remedy
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