Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stone Cold Killa, artist - Kevin Michael. Album song Kevin Michael, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 01.10.2007
Record label: Atlantic, Downtown
Song language: English
Stone Cold Killa |
| Baby, why you drive me crazy? |
| I mean you know I love you, baby |
| And girl, it just amazes me |
| You’re killin me, baby but go ahead, baby |
| All that trash you talk |
| All them games you got |
| It’s twisting up my heart |
| Got me feelin' like |
| Shoo, bee, doo, doop, doo, doop, boop |
| All that mess you pop |
| I wish your lips were locked |
| And stop breakin' my heart |
| Got me feelin' like |
| Shoo, bee, doo, doop, doo, doop, boop |
| This chick is unpredictable |
| And she be on her game fo' sure |
| And no one told me but |
| She’s a stone cold killa |
| (Breakin' my heart) |
| She’s the type that spends up all your dough |
| Then come back askin' you for more |
| I think she’s crazy man |
| She’s a stone cold killa |
| (She's breakin' my heart) |
| Honey |
| (Yeah) |
| I gave you all my money |
| And now you think it’s funny |
| (Hey, hey, hey) |
| You got me lookin' like a dummy |
| You’re killin' me, baby but go ahead, baby |
| All that trash you talk |
| All them games you got |
| It’s twistin' up my heart |
| You got me spinnin' like |
| Shoo, bee, doo, doop, doo, doop, boop |
| And all that mess you pop |
| I wish your lips were locked |
| And stop breaking my heart |
| Got me feelin' like |
| Shoo, bee, doo, doop, doo, doop, boop |
| This chick is unpredictable |
| And she be altogether sure |
| And no one told me but |
| She’s a stone cold killa |
| (Breakin' my heart) |
| She’s the type that spends up all your dough |
| Then come back askin' you for more |
| I think she’s crazy man |
| She’s a stone cold killa |
| (She's breakin' my heart) |
| Oh, why when I’m calling you, you don’t pick up the phone? |
| And I’m here all alone, well baby, that’s cool |
| But you don’t realize it all comes back to you |
| Then you’ll see what it do |
| This chick is unpredictable |
| And she be altogether sure |
| And no one told me but |
| She’s a stone cold killa |
| (Breakin' my heart) |
| She’s the type that spends up all your dough |
| Then come back askin' you for more |
| I think she’s crazy man |
| She’s a stone cold killa |
| (She's breakin' my heart) |