dressed to kill

Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keepin' me stylish Now that's real real real, gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I'll have 'em pushin' daffodils

In their rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night

Pull up to the bacchanal And I'm dressed to kill You're lookin' like you want it all

So many worlds away I meet my girl, she's dressed to kill And all we gonna do

No confusion no surprise Alice in her party dressed to kill She thanks you turns away

You spread the word around Friday night they'll be dressed to kill Down at Dino's Bar & Grill

You know I got to know, but why? And what? You know that I'm dressed to kill? And what?

Left my dirty drawers and you love me still (yeah) Eyes come lazy, but she is real (yeah) Dressed to kill (yeah, yeah, yeah) Freaky-bom-bom 'til you're tired (oh)

They all seem the same Original, criminal, dressed to kill Just call me Cruella De Vil

Of me I am dressed to kill In my old skin

Reelin' and rockin' We're rollin' with it win or lose The girls are dressed to kill Lookin' for a thrill

I hop in me drop top, I'm running a man down Mr. Big Bucks, I be looking the business Dressed to kill, mumma got me up on her hit list Pole positioned, had her fella running the distance

Halston, Gucci, Fiorucci He looks like a still That man is dressed to kill

Yep, yep, I'm 'round this evening, I pull up to the place, dressed to kill. Everyone dances, the ladies are real delightful,

I'm not the only one whose life's been pulled apart Spending one year and three months in the dark So, here we are, all dressed to kill, where should we go? Into the wild again to face the great unknown

[Verse 1:] Look like I'm dressed to kill, love how I make me feel All black in stripper heels, mood like Madonna

[Pre-Chorus: Sami G & Badd G] She’s slick, dressed to kill, snorting chalk She only does what she wants and never regrets it

just living on a poison pill just telephone mama a robot dressed to kill telephone mama

Into my heart with deadly thrill: You who, stronger than a crowd Of demons, mad, and dressed to kill,

Evil smiles on graveyard faces All dressed to kill They've got no mercy and no limitations