Beyoncé, Sam Sarpong, Yasiin Bey - If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) lyrics
[Beyoncé, Sam Sarpong, Yasiin Bey - If Looks Could Kill You Would Be Dead lyrics]
Sweetness flowing like a faucet
Body bangin' no corset
Brother's wanna toss it but they lost
Cause my game made em forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and
Thicker than a horse's
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I stick to my thesis
Eyes stick to my features
Brother's try to hold but
They game never reaches
And most of these cats are
Like the middle of peaches
I see you lookin' at but what you lookin' at
We in a bar, wanna twist me like a bottle cap
I'm tryin' to holler miss to see
If you gon' holler back
Your game is whack, and no
You will not get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac
Skin coffee and cream, your donuts
You ain't dunking that
But this is Milla
Lieutenant if you're wonderin'
And I'm Natheniel
(Mos Def) Mel Gibson (Sam) Danny Gloverin'
But I'm not hearing you
You might as well be mumb-l-in
See, I have dreams and with a man
What will become of them?
There's not a kid out here
Who can make me believe
I should postpone my goals
Cause he got tricks up his sleeve?
Whole bar full of cuffs and
You ain't locking me down
I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed
Hold the trial
Get a pardon if ya come with the sargeant now
Give the chair cause I don't care
I ain't feelin' your style
Yo, I'm tryin' to get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I
Ain't feelin' you brothers)
Yo, I'm tryin' to get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I
Ain't feelin' you brothers)
Eyes like the ocean
Ma I got some lotion hold ya thighs
Raise em' high and daddy long stroke em'
Hair like forever
I swear I could do it better
Take the gun out my holster
I still pack a baretta
You brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing
But that kid
Don't waste ya time he ain't worth doin'
He just a sargeant
Passin' out tickets for parking
Chickenheads cluckin'
Pitiful bulls barkin'
See this is Carmen, voice sweet as Marvin
I turn out lights with the
Switch when I'm walkin'
Girls steady jealous cause they
Man always hawkin'
Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin'
And I got a mind too, I wouldn't bless you
If your first name was Ha-Chu
On Sunday singin' gospel
You ain't a dime just a nickel actin' hostile
Headed for the big top and
Bouncin' off this side show
Body bangin' no corset
Brother's wanna toss it but they lost
Cause my game made em forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and
Thicker than a horse's
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I stick to my thesis
Eyes stick to my features
Brother's try to hold but
They game never reaches
And most of these cats are
Like the middle of peaches
I see you lookin' at but what you lookin' at
We in a bar, wanna twist me like a bottle cap
I'm tryin' to holler miss to see
If you gon' holler back
Your game is whack, and no
You will not get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac
Skin coffee and cream, your donuts
You ain't dunking that
But this is Milla
Lieutenant if you're wonderin'
And I'm Natheniel
(Mos Def) Mel Gibson (Sam) Danny Gloverin'
But I'm not hearing you
You might as well be mumb-l-in
See, I have dreams and with a man
What will become of them?
There's not a kid out here
Who can make me believe
I should postpone my goals
Cause he got tricks up his sleeve?
Whole bar full of cuffs and
You ain't locking me down
I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed
Hold the trial
Get a pardon if ya come with the sargeant now
Give the chair cause I don't care
I ain't feelin' your style
Yo, I'm tryin' to get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I
Ain't feelin' you brothers)
Yo, I'm tryin' to get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one will get you under the covers
(Game talker or manslaughter I
Ain't feelin' you brothers)
Eyes like the ocean
Ma I got some lotion hold ya thighs
Raise em' high and daddy long stroke em'
Hair like forever
I swear I could do it better
Take the gun out my holster
I still pack a baretta
You brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing
But that kid
Don't waste ya time he ain't worth doin'
He just a sargeant
Passin' out tickets for parking
Chickenheads cluckin'
Pitiful bulls barkin'
See this is Carmen, voice sweet as Marvin
I turn out lights with the
Switch when I'm walkin'
Girls steady jealous cause they
Man always hawkin'
Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin'
And I got a mind too, I wouldn't bless you
If your first name was Ha-Chu
On Sunday singin' gospel
You ain't a dime just a nickel actin' hostile
Headed for the big top and
Bouncin' off this side show