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You Be Killin' Em
作詞：John Jackson
You, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
You ain't gotta worry about her, shorty
Straight been chasing her for 2 days, first 48
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutie pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has its sacrifices
Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
Enough class for wine, still handle Patron
When them other hoes call, I hand her the phone
And she hand 'em the tone
You what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Yeah, I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez
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Keep it clean, cut like bald heads
Been playin' with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall near us
Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Should've seen her come to me when I called her
Slow strut like she walking to the altar
Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated
They say she a dime, I say she underrated
I just met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick, execution
You, what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you but I'ma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
Had to let you know
All the ladies
(To all the ladies)
I'd like to congratulate you
Congratulations
And you just came from the gym clothes
In a fitted cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
Still killin' 'em hoes
You still killin' 'em hoes
You still killin' 'em hoes
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