| Nice
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| Oh, oh
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| You what’s up girl, ain’t gotta ask it
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| I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
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| They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
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| Ain’t gon' stress you, but I’ma let you know
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh
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| You ain’t gotta worry bout her, shorty straight
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| Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48
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| A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
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| She look like the best money that I ever spent
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| Just watching my cutiepie get beautified
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| Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
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| Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride
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| Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
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| Looking good has it’s sacrifices
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| Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices
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| Her body nice, face dime
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| Give you that iPhone 4, face time
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| Shorty in the streets, still handle the home
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| Enough class for wine, still handle Patron
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| When them other hoes call I hand her the phone
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| And she hand em the tone
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| You what’s up girl, ain’t gotta ask it
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| I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
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| They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
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| Ain’t gon' stress you, but I’ma let you know
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh
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| Yeah I know that’s what they all says
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| She got a donkey with her, Juan Valdez
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| Keep it clean cut like bald heads
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| Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce
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| So you gotta ball harder than them ball players
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| All she wanna know is there a mall near us
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| Can’t fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
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| But he ain’t beat it up, I assault her
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| Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her
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| Slow strut like she walking to the altar
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| Hand bag on her arm cost four bills
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| And she ain’t gotta beg, borrow or steal
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| Often imitated, never duplicated
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| They say she a dime, I say she underrated
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| I just met her so the next solution
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| Dead my old chick, execution
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| You what’s up girl, ain’t gotta ask it
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| I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets
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| They should arrest you or whoever dressed you
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| Ain’t gon' stress you, but I’ma let you know
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
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| Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh
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| (You be killin' 'em)
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| Had to let you know
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| (You be killin' 'em)
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| (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em)
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| All the ladies (to all the ladies)
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| (You be killin' 'em)
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| I’d like to congratulate you
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| (You be killin' 'em)
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| Congratulations
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| (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em)
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| And you just came from the gym clothes
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| In a fitted cap and some Timbo’s
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| And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes
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| Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose
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| Still killin' 'em hoes
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| You still killin' 'em hoes
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| You still killin' 'em hoes
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| O-o-oh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Be Killin Em, artist - Fabolous. Album song There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп