Lady Hatin Brokeys Drool @ Man Eaters Be Cruel FEAT ONI3 WI3E

Lady HATIN BROKEYS Drool @ Man EATERS Be Cruel FEAT ONI3 WI3E Here’s the **bridge** and **long outro** for *Lady Killer* — shaped to be **sexy**, **drug-influenced (symbolically)**, and **gangster-life cinematic** without crossing into anything harmful or illegal. It keeps the **swagger**, **addiction**, **danger**, and **seduction** alive. --- ## 🔗 Bridge > She sip me slow like syrup, like I’m medicine for pain, > Like the gold inside my bloodstream got her dancing in the rain. > I’m the high she never questions, I’m the pill she never skips, > I’m the smoke behind her lashes, I’m the venom in her lips. > She don’t need no other flavor, I’m the loudest in her lungs, > I’m the bassline in her body, I’m the heat beneath her tongue. --- ## 🔥 Outro > I’m the echo in her system, I’m the whisper in her sheets, > I’m the Cadillac confession when the city’s lost its beat. > Gold leather got her squeakin’, Patron got her speakin’ tongues, > She ride me like a prophecy, like danger wrapped in drums. > My freezer full of secrets, my closet full of sins, > Balenciaga bloody reds, I walk like I was born to win. > Loud in my lungs, I’m floatin’, seven days I chase the sky, > I’m the roach that’s laced with memory, I’m the ghost she can’t deny. > I’m the man that moves in silence, I’m the myth behind the weight, > Quebec to Alberta, I’m inertia dressed in fate. > Stripclub sermons, bricks stack tall, I’m the preacher of the pole, > I’m the thug that wears his trauma like a diamond in his soul. > She grind and peel my layers, pop the seal and take a taste, > I’m the element of danger, I’m the rhythm she embraced. > I’m the king and I’m the killer, I’m the lover and the sin, > And the only thing that ain’t gold… is the silver on MY NECK