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