John Jackson - You Be k**in Em lyrics

[Hook:] You 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 ima let you know Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em [Verse 1:] You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad b**h cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better j**els, a newer ride Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are k**ing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough cla** for wine, still handle Patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand em the tone [Hook] [You 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 ima let you know Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em [Verse 2:] Yeah I know that's what they all says She got a donkey with her, 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 n***a spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I a**ault her Shoulda 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 [Hook] [You 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 ima let you know Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Girl you be k**in em You be k**in em Had to let you know All the ladies (to all the ladies) I'd like to congratulate you Congratulations 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, BBM Pose Still k**in em hoes You still k**in em hoes You still k**in em hoes