Red rosé on painted lips. Putting on Chanel, packing parliaments. Side by side like fuzzy dice. If looks could k** we'd be doing time. We're a deadly combination, you and me. The way I play it cool and you bring the heat. But I got your back and I know that you got mine. That makes us two of a crime. Wherever gets that contraband and southern charm, go hand in hand. Fooling all the federales. Shoot in tequila, hiding the bodies. We're a deadly combination, you and me. The way I play it cool and you bring the heat. But I got your back and I know that you got mine. That makes us two of a crime. We're a deadly combination, you and me. The way I play it cool and you bring the heat. But I got your back and I know that you got mine. That makes us two of a crime. Yeah, two of a crime.