You Be Killin Em Lyrics

Yo, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I'mma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em
You ain't gotta worry about her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutie pie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide
Looking good has its sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time
Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle Patron When them other ho's call, I hand her the phone And she hand 'em the tone
Yo what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I'mma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em
Yeah, I know that's what they all says She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez Keep it clean, cut like bald heads Been playin' with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her
Should've seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow, or steal
Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution
Yo, what's up, girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I'mma let you know
Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl, you be killin' 'em
(You be killin' 'em) Had to let you know (You be killin' 'em) (You be killin' 'em, girl, you be killin' 'em)
To all the ladies (You be killin' 'em) I'd like to congratulate you (You be killin' 'em) Congratulations (You be killin' 'em, girl, you be killin' 'em)
And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, B.B.M. pose
Still killin' 'em ho's You still killin' 'em ho's You still killin' 'em ho's