IFTK歌詞

作曲 : Ben Langmaid/Elly Jackson/LiTek /Tion Wayne/Whyjay
I'm goin' in for the kill (Mh-mm)
It's Tekky
I'm doin' it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
WhyJay
And not let go of my—
Eh
[Verse 1]
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9
No privilege, but I had a option (Mmm-mm)
To never been stuck up on the block then (Braow)
More money, more problems (Aye)
We don't get along like Arsenal (Aye), Tottenham
Gyal from North London said I made it (Boom)
Big Russian, must come in function (Brap, brap, brap)
Still lick a rich man, haffa bruck it and aim it (Aye)
Chop it and shave it, haters (Aye, aye)
Nearly had a 'strophe on my savings
I was popped, now, they can't face it
Chased it, chased it until I just made it (Boom, boom)
Remember when I couldn't buy food? (Food)
Now, my gyal lookin' all smooth (Smooth)
Lambo truck on the move (Brap, brap)
Should've rolled out in a coupe (Brap)
[Chorus: La Roux & Tion Wayne]
(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life (Grrt, grrt)
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9 (Mh-mm)
In my new end, the percentage of crime (Boom)
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life (Grrt, grrt)
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9 (Mh-mm)
In my new end, the percentage of crime (Boom)
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)
[Verse 2]
Prada always treat me and my set (Mh-mm) like Gianfranco Zola (Grrt)
In N9, see me, I'm like Pep (Pep) G-Guardiola (Braow)
Even on street, see me, was a soldier (Aye)
Said he wanna be like me when he's older (Aye, aye)
All this crud that mi knees went weak
Man, I put all my weight in a Rover (Boom)
You can never be like me, no (Boom)
Made a quarter milly last week, shows (Mh-mm)
Of course, I gotta keep the right team, close
Why they wanna see me D-I-E? (Brap, brap, brap)
In Hawaii, far from a beast (Aye, aye)
Run, everybody run from police (Baow)
All these bruddas all talk in the streets (Pussies), but they say they involved in the beef
Tom Ford suit, now, I'm feelin' all trendy
'Member when the wallet was empty? (Money)
Copped these boots, feel Edouard Mendy
Real black brother in Chelsea (Grrt)
No talk, I stay out field
I feel more hungry, makin' a meal
I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill (Brap)
'Course I'm goin' in straight for the kill (Brap, brap, brap, brap)
[Chorus: La Roux & Tion Wayne]
(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life (Grrt, grrt)
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9 (Mh-mm)
In my new end, the percentage of crime (Boom)
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)
(I'm goin' in for the kill)
But all of these guys wan' take away my life (Grrt, grrt)
(I'm doin' it for a thrill)
But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9 (Mh-mm)
In my new end, the percentage of crime (Boom)
You better mind out, I will still bless on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)
[Verse 3]
Old times in the ends, we was just ridin' on them (Glah-glah, boom)
I looked the judge in the eye, I just lie for my friend (Booh)
I listen to these UK rappers, and they just lyin' again (You liar)
On my block, I got bare haters, but I got fire for them (Brap, brap)
When we was young bruck fellas, everybody was breddas (It's mad)
It was cool till we made it then everybody got jealous
I didn't get a dime from the block (Aye)
Whether you like it or not (Aye)
Mh-mm, grrt, grrt, brap
[Outro: La Roux & Tion Wayne]
I'm goin' in for the kill (Grrt, grrt)
I'm doin' it for a thrill (Mh-mm)
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand
And not let go of my— (Brap, brap, brap)
I'm doin' it for a thrill (Mh-mm)
Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand (Boom)
And not let go of my—
(Brap)