Strings - All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded) lyrics

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Strings - All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded) lyrics

Featuring Keith Sweat (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, n***as be like "yo" Stare me up and down even when they with they ho It amazes me them n***as don't care ?All fade tight? Ass, hair, wear And before I can even get a chance to blink Wild mutha-f**as 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 f** with me Can't touch me, check my steeze Swap meet b**hes, 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, pavé diamonds in my ear I push a new somethin' every year Hip Hop sweetheart, n***a pleaser Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa 99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel Bumpin' my sh**, on the way to Bloomingdale's For a shopping spree, n***as jocking me Black tale centerfold, no stopping me And your b**h 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 sk**s 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 n***a 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 n***a know it That's why he with the fat tale poet Spittin' game like a n***a sayin', baby pa** me Moet, for real Repeat 1 [Strings] Uh uh, yeah yeah Uh uh, yeah yeah Repeat 1 (without Strings) Repeat 1 to fade