Soundtracks - You Be Killin Em by Fabolous lyrics

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 I'm a 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 bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for two days, first forty eight A bad b**ch 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 it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone four, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle Patron When them other hos call I hand her the phone And she hand 'em the tone 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 I'm a 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 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 ni**a spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault 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 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 I'm a 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 All the ladies (to all the ladies) You be killin' 'em You be killin' 'em I'd like to congratulate you 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 hoes You still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes