 |
Beyonce Knowles feat. Mos Def, & Sam Sarpong Miscellaneous If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) Beyonce Knowles feat. Mos Def, & Sam Sarpong If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) 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 |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.