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Tytuł: All eyes on me

  • Wykonawca: Keith Sweat
  • Wy¶wietleń: 247

  
   [Intro]
  Goddamn I look good
  Somebody slap me, huh
  This club does not want 2 point 2 seconds of me
  But I'mma give it to 'em anyway, uh
  
  When I walk in the door, niggas be like "yo"
  Stare me up and down even when they with they ho
  It amazes me them niggas don't care
  All fade tight, ass everywhere
  And before I can even get a chance to blink
  Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks
  But I send 'em all back, cuz I got my own loot
  Suit? It's a Miaki
  Boots? Gianni Versace
  It ain't hard to see
  I got my own money, don't fuck with me
  Can't touch me, check my steeze
  Swap meet bitches, please, for real
  
  1 - [Keith] (Strings)
  Cold... Blooded
  (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)
  Let me get your number
  (Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)
  
  Cold... Blooded
  (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me)
  What more can I say?
  (And these are the sounds they be makin' at me, say what)
  
  [Strings]
  Uh uh, yeah yeah
  Uh uh, yeah yeah
  
  Uh, picture me Strings, Pavé diamonds in my ear
  I push a new somethin' every year
  Hip Hop sweetheart, nigga pleaser
  Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa
  99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel
  Bumpin' my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's
  For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me
  Black tale centerfold, no stopping me
  And your bitch is jealous cuz I'm gettin'
  While and you out the first to tell her
  I won't tell her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber
  Cuz while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number
  And said call me baby, you're a real lady
  Workin' those Girbaud, spittin' flows at shows
  I check the videos and the skills
  Can I get your autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for real?
  
  Repeat 1
  
  [Strings]
  Uh uh, yeah yeah
  Uh uh, yeah yeah
  
  Freeze
  
  Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock
  Nigga got a wife but he got a fat knot
  'Member when it was hot, rollin' down the block
  In my summer car, 320 E drop
  Tell the wife get it together, she ain't cute
  Rockin' that sweater with them daisy dukes
  And that nigga know it
  That's why he with the fat tale poet
  Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real
  
  Repeat 1
  
  [Strings]
  Uh uh, yeah yeah
  Uh uh, yeah yeah
  
  Repeat 1 (without Strings)
  
  Repeat 1 to fade