Текст (слова) песни: Strings f Keith Sweat - All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded)

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

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