Tytuł: If looks could kill

• Wykonawca: Beyonce Knowles
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   Sweetness flowing like a faucet
  Body banging, no corset
  Brothers wanna toss it
  But they loss 'cause my game
  Made them forfeit
  Slicker than porpoise
  And thicker than a horse's
  Carmen Brown got the
  Whole town speechless
  I stick to my thesis
  Eyes stick to my features
  Brothers try to hold
  But their game never reachs
  And most of these cats are
  Like the middle of peaches
  I see you looking there
  But what you lookin' at
  You in a bar and
  Wanna twist me like a bottle cap
  (I'mma try to holla miss to
  See if you gon holla back)
  Your game is whack
  I know you will not
  Get your quarter back
  See this is Carmen
  Curves like a culdasack
  Skin, coffee and cream
  Your doughnut
  You ain't dunking that
  (But this is Miller
  Lieutenant if you wondering)
  (And I'm the Dag
  Mel Gibson, Danny Gloverin')
  But I'm not hearing you
  You might as well be mumblin'
  See I have dreams and with
  A man what would become of them
  There's not a kid out here
  That can make me believe
  I should postpone my goals
  He's got tricks up his sleeves
  Whole bar full of cuffs and
  You ain't lockin' me down
  (I got a warrant for your heart
  And the bed for the trial)
  (Get a pardon if you come
  With the sergeant now)
  Give me a chair, I don't care
  I'm not feelin' your style
  (Ay yo I'm tryna get with you shorty)
  But I'm not feeling you
  (But I'm an officer shorty)
  My looks are killing you
  (Murder one to
  Get you under the covers)
  Game taller, man slaughter
  I ain't feeling you brothers
  (Ay yo I'm tryna get with you shorty)
  But I'm not feeling you
  (But I'm an officer shorty)
  My looks are killing you
  (Murder one to
  Get you under the covers)
  Game taller, man slaughter
  I ain't feeling you brothers
  
  Eyes like the ocean
  (Ma I got some lotion)
  (I'll hold your thighs
  Raise them high and
  Daddy long stroke 'em)
  Hair like forever
  (Sweat I could do it better)
  (Take the gun out my holster
  I still pack the Beretta)
  Brothers sweat Carmen
  Like Patrick Ewing
  But that kid
  (Don't waste your time
  He's just a sergeant)
  (Passing out tickets for parking)
  (Chickenheads clucking)
  Pitiful bulls barking
  See this is Carmen
  Voice sweet as Marvin
  I turn out lights with
  The switch when I walk in
  Girls steady jealous
  'Cause their man always hawking
  Even got Lou
  Looking at me like stalking
  And I got a mind too
  I wouldn't bless you if
  You're first name was A'choo
  On Sunday singing gospel
  (You ain't a dime
  Just a nickel actin' hostile)
  I'm headed for the big time
  And bouncin' on this side show