Big K.R.I.T. - She Kills Me lyrics

There she is, and I can't let her go
She's so fly, and she's so sexual
It gets me off when she walk
Lick her lips when she talk
She kills me, she kills me murda, murda

It all started out in Brook'
Here late one evening
One homeboy' girlfriend wanted me to meet her
Then she told me she could turn
Any man into a cheater
Real thick on the bottom
With some model-type features
Really light skinned
And they called her senorita
Both parents black, but still she a keeper
Make a million and spend all of his cash
Long black hair hang down to her ass
Walked up to us like how ya'll doin'?
Eyes on me so I'm knowin' she choosin'
Really couldn't picture how she looked
Till' I seen her
Face like feed her, body like Trina
Sorta like delicious, or maybe much meaner
If this is about grass
Over there is much greener she dipped
I caught a glimpse of her
Ass as she was leaving
I knew she was a killer
Almost stopped me from breathin'

There she is, and I can't let her go
She's so fly, and she's so sexual
It gets me off when she walk
Lick her lips when she talk
She kills me, she kills me murda, murda

Late one night, got a couple calls like
"I ain't ever ever seen this number"
Shawty on the other end like
"It would be a shame if we
Never got to know each other"
Really hate to wonder, If I got a girlfriend
And if I'm gon' be real with her
If so head to the club and
Come and chill wit' her
I got fresh to death to jump playa's
Got my HB's on not to see these haters
Valet my car and I head to the front
She waiting outside when a playa rolled up
Face so legit, ass hard to miss
People stop to stare, skirt barely there
All the other shawtys hating how
She grind on me
And all the other fellas wishing
She would grind on em'
She lit up the club every
Time the lights hit her
It was murder she wrote
She's a serial killer

There she is, and I can't let her go
She's so fly, and she's so sexual
It gets me off when she walk
Lick her lips when she talk
She kills me, she kills me murda, murda

After the club, in my spot she'd sit
She wanna let her hair blow out the top
She said
If I was a store, she would shop, she said
Want me to take her straight to the top
She said that's the grey goose talkin' and
Them shots of tequila
She said that's just a little way
Of sayin' I could meet her
And she a killer and I know
She gon' fight for it
Do it till' she can't stand
Yeah I think she liked it
So bad, can't help but to do it
Make her cum so hard
Can't help but to lose it
Like a scene out a movie or a old school poet
Got my tool on deck and
I'm searching for the killer
(for the killer)

There she is, and I can't let her go
She's so fly, and she's so sexual
It gets me off when she walk
Lick her lips when she talk
She kills me, she kills me murda, murda