Big K.R.I.T. - She k**s Me lyrics

[Hook:] There she is, and I can't let her go She's so fly, and she's so s**ual It gets me off when she walk Lick her lips when she talk She k**s me, she k**s 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 a** 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 gra**, over there is much greener She dipped, I caught a glimpse of her a** as she was leaving I knew she was a k**er, almost stopped me from breathin' [Hook:] There she is, and I can't let her go She's so fly, and she's so s**ual It gets me off when she walk Lick her lips when she talk She k**s me, she k**s 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 d**h 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, a** 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 k**er [Hook:] There she is, and I can't let her go She's so fly, and she's so s**ual It gets me off when she walk Lick her lips when she talk She k**s me, she k**s 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 k**er 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 k**er (for the k**er) [Hook:] There she is, and I can't let her go She's so fly, and she's so s**ual It gets me off when she walk Lick her lips when she talk She k**s me, she k**s me Murda, murda