Letra de IFTK - Tion Wayne

(Feat. La Roux)

I'm goin' in for the kill (Mm-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—

You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (Yo)

No privilege, but I had an option (Mm-mm)

To never be stuck up on the block then (Brap)

More money, more problems (Ayy)

We don't get along like Arsenal, Tottenham

Everybody wanna hate now, but fuck them

Gal from North London said I made it (Boom)

Big Russian must come in function (Brap, brap, brap)

Don't make a rich man haffa back it and aim it (Ayy)

Chop it and shave it (Ayy, ayy)

Haters nearly had a stroke from my savings

I was popped down, now they can't face it

Chased it, chased it until I just made it

Ooh (Ooh)

'Member when I couldn't buy food (Food)

Now my gal lookin' all smooth (Smooth)

Lambo' truck on the move (Brap, brap)

Should've rolled out in a coupe (Brap)

(I'm goin' in for the kill)

But all of these guys wan' take 'way my life (Grrt, grrt)

(I'm doin' it for a thrill)

But all of these gal wan' F with the 9 (Mm-mm)

(Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand)

In my new ends, low percentage of crime (Boom)

(And not let go of my—)

You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)

(I'm goin' in for the kill)

But all of these guys wan' take 'way my life (Grrt, grrt)

(I'm doin' it for a thrill)

But all of these gal wan' F with the 9 (Mm-mm)

(Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand)

In my new ends, low percentage of crime (Boom)

(And not let go of my—)

You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)

Prada always treat me and my set (Mm-mm) like Gianfranco Zola (Grrt)

In N9, see me, I'm like Pep (Pep) G-Guardiola (Braow)

Even on streets, see me, was a soldier (Ayy)

Said they wanna be like me when he's older (Ayy, ayy)

All this crud that my knees went weak when I put Mama Wayne in a Rover (Boom)

You could never be like me, no

Made a quarter milly last week, shows (Mm-mm)

Of course I gotta keep the right team close

Why they wanna see me D-I-E? (Brap, brap, brap)

In the war, I ain't far from a beast (Aye, aye)

'Round here, we only run from police (Baow)

All these brothers 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)

Cop these boots, feel Édouard Mendy

Real black brother in Chelsea (Grrt)

No talk, I state how I feel

I feel more hungry, makin' a mill'

I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill (Brap)

Course I'm goin' in straight for the kill (Brap, brap, brap, brap)

(I'm goin' in for the kill)

But all of these guys wan' take 'way my life (Grrt, grrt)

(I'm doin' it for a thrill)

But all of these gal wan' F with the 9 (Mm-mm)

(Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand)

In my new ends, low percentage of crime (Boom)

(And not let go of my—)

You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)

(I'm goin' in for the kill)

But all of these guys wan' take 'way my life (Grrt, grrt)

(I'm doin' it for a thrill)

But all of these gal wan' F with the 9 (Mm-mm)

(Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand)

In my new ends, low percentage of crime (Boom)

(And not let go of my—)

You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (Brap, brap, brap)

Old times in the ends, we was just ridin' on them (Grah, grah, boom)

I looked the judge in the eye and I just lied for my friend (Buh)

I listen to these UK rappers and they're 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 brothers (Mad)

They was cool 'til we made it, then everybody got jealous

But didn't get a dime from the block (Ayy)

Whether you like it or not (Ayy)

Mm-mm, grrt, grrt, brap

I'm goin' in for the kill (Grrt, grrt)

I'm doin' it for a thrill (Mm-mm)

Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand

And not let go of my— (Brap, brap, brap)

I'm goin' in for the kill (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm doin' it for a thrill (Mm-mm)

Oh, I'm hopin' you'll understand (Boom)

And not let go of my—

(Brap)

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