Murphy Lee - Drop Dead Gorgeous lyrics

[Murphy Lee] Whooooooooooo Damn, that girl fine, that girl fine, that girl fine Yo, yo, Kanye, yo turn it up, a little bit, whoo [Hook] Take notes while I take tokes to the marijuana smoke One look and murder she wrote She drop dead gorgeous, she drop dead.. [Kanye West {*over the hook*}] Yo, this is a Roc-a-Fella, St. Lunatics collaboration Chi-Town and St. Louis She said she ain't never seen Murphy Lee befo' [Verse 1: Murphy Lee] I called her back from an earlier beep Fo' in the mornin' they be like "Nah, I wasn't sleep" Convenient who*e stay on top of convenient stores Keep pictures of me in their Victoria Secret drawer I keep somethin' hot on tour Can ya, Kenyatta, make sure they know before what is really in store See I adore the ones that call me Torhi, true story I created 'hood rats so these new mice bore me See I normally settle for sevens, but eights I can't wait Nines be wantin' time and dimes be wantin' dates So know I got elevens and twelves With at least thirteen or fourteen reasons why they fine as hell I hit 'em up like Blu Cantrell Hehehehehehehehe hell, I remember when she smashed LaBelle See most women kinda sneaky like a six-year old Hey yo they always in the summer, somethin' wrong with their nails [Hook] [Verse 2: Kanye West] What's the point of havin' a girl that's drop dead That you know don't like you? She'll run over your head with a motorcycle I mean the way you look is nice, but there's more to life boo Cuz I could go to videos and get fo' just like you I talked to your ex-boyfriend and took a census But you don't read the cookbook, you just look at the pictures Matter of fact, when's the last time you looked at the kitchen? This is gettin' ridiculous, how you gettin' defensive? Jimmy Choo, Frankie B., b**h you gettin' expensive I know you f**in' around, my sixth sense told me That ain't no male friend that bought you the stereo She said "He gay anyway, you don't know nothin' about Jamario" [Hook]