Beyoncé
Beyoncé - If Looks Could Kill (you Would Be Dead) lyrics
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(Beyoncé (Mos Def and Sam Sarpong:):) 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