The Cryptic - Fit lyrics

She knows she's fit x4 [Verse 1] She struts down the corridor Hoping you notice Drunk droppin' on the floor Out with the glow sticks Flirts with the guys with ulterior motives You reckon you'd get a good luck with your projects Club photographers swoon for her poses First cla** rise not down with the jones' Champagne style gets cash and she blows it A girl's hard life and she's fit and she knows it She wants the men with deep pockets Slamming detoxes 17 boxters 7 inch co*ks Expensive Swiss watches Dresses, heels, thongs and everything on her When the beat drops she'll be running on the strip Jungle Jim and Cryp pump pumping in her whip She knows that's she's fit Hourgla** hips Big round tits to make the boys flip You'll never get a chance at redemption, the best in the business at building the s**ual tension, Forgetting your name when she's old with dementia Uhm Out of the club and she's chewing bickies, and she chewing bickies And the dudes a' whistling, and she charge's like a nuclear missile And she's superstitious. but never gives you her digits [Drop] [Verse 2] Slide to her hip, and you buy her a drink And she likes you, you think that she'll you ride on your dick but you're wrong She's doing her thing, and it lured you in, you got s**ed in like a bong When she's moving her lips, and it's stupid and ditzy It'd be really she cunning like a fox Brings you along Just another luckless punter rushing up to touch her and she's gone [Drop] [Verse 1] She struts down the corridor Hoping you notice Drunk droppin' on the floor Out with the glow sticks Flirts with the guys with ulterior motives You reckon you'd get a good luck with your projects Club photographers swoon for her poses First cla** rise not down with the jones' Champagne style gets cash and she blows it A girl's hard life and she's fit and she knows it She wants the men with deep pockets Slamming detoxes 17 boxters 7 inch co*ks Expensive Swiss watches Dresses, heels, thongs and everything on her When the beat drops she'll be running on the strip Jungle Jim and Cryp pump pumping in her whip She knows that's she's fit Hourgla** hips Big round tits to make the boys flip You'll never get a chance at redemption, the best in the business at building the s**ual tension, Forgetting your name when she's old with dementia Uhm Out of the club and she's chewing bickies, and she chewing bickies And the dudes a' whistling, and she charge's like a nuclear missile And she's superstitious. but never gives you her digits