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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
La Roux
La Roux
Vocals
LiTek
LiTek
Programming
Whyjay
Whyjay
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ben Langmaid
Ben Langmaid
Songwriter
Elly Jackson
Elly Jackson
Songwriter
Dennis Junior Odunwo
Dennis Junior Odunwo
Songwriter
Jacob Daniel Jones
Jacob Daniel Jones
Songwriter
Taras Slusarenko
Taras Slusarenko
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LiTek
LiTek
Producer
Sam Harper
Sam Harper
Mixing Engineer
Jeremy Cooper
Jeremy Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Whyjay
Whyjay
Producer

Lyrics

I'm going in for the kill (mm-hm) (it's Tekky) I'm doing it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand (WhYJay) You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 No privilege, but I had a option (mm-hm) To never be stuck up on the block then (braow) More money, more problems We don't get along like Arsenal, Tottenham Everybody wanna hate now, but fuck them Gyal from North London said I made it (boom) Big Russian, must come in function (brap, brap, brap) Don't make a rich man haffa bruk it and aim it Chop it and shave it Haters nearly had a stroke from my savings I popped down, now they can't face it Chased it, chased it until just made it, ooh (ooh) 'Member when I couldn't buy food? (Food) Now my gyal lookin' all smooth (smooth) Lambo' truck on the move (buh) Should've rolled out in a coupe (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 (mm-hm) (Oh, I'm hoping 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 away my life (grrt, grrt) (I'm doin' it for a thrill) but all of these gyal wan' ef with the nine (mm-hm) (Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand) in my new end, the percentage of crime (boom) (And not let go of my-) you better mind out, I will still bless on the nine (brap, brap, brap) Prada always treat me and my set like Gianfranco Zola In N9, see me, I'm like Pep (Pep) Guardiola Even on street, see me was a soldier Say they wanna be like me when he's older All this crud that my knees went weak (weak, weak) Man, I put Mama Wayne in a Rover You can never be like me, no (no) Made a quarter milli' last week, shows Of course I gotta keep the right team close Why they wanna see me D-I-E? (brr, brr, brr) In the war, I ain't far from a beast '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) Copped these boots, feel Édouard Mendy Real black brother in Chelsea No talk, I state how I feel I feel more hungry, makin' a mill' I was so broke, couldn't pay for the bill 'Cause I'm goin' in straight for the kill (brr, brr, brr, I'm going and going again) All of these guys wan' tek 'way my life (brr, life, brr) But all of these gyal wan' F with the 9 (hmm, hmm) In my new ends, low percentage of crime (boom) You better mind out, we'll still press on the 9 (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 (mm-hm) (Oh, I'm hoping 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 were just ridin' on them (boom) I looked the judge in the eye and I just lied for my friend (boo, boo) 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) They was cool 'til we made it, then everybody got jealous I didn't get a dime from the block (ayy) Whether you like it or not (ayy) (Mm-hm, grrt, grrt, bap) I'm going in for the kill (grrt, grrt) I'm doing it for a thrill (mm-hm) Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my- (brap, brap, brap) I'm going in for the kill (ayy, ayy, ayy) I'm doing it for a thrill (mm-hm) Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand (boom) And not let go of my- (brap)
Writer(s): Ben Langmaid, Elly Jackson, Dennis Junior Odunwo, Jacob Daniel Jones, Taras Slusarenko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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