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Keith Sweat lyrics All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded) lyrics [Intro] Goddamn I look good Somebody slap 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 everywhere 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 1 - [Keith] (Strings) 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, Pav¨¦ 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 is jealous cuz I'm gettin' While and you out the first to tell her I won't tell her, I'm hella plus she getting dumber and dumber 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 Girbaud, 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 Other Keith Sweat lyrics: One On One lyrics I'm Not Ready (Remix) lyrics Why U Treat Me So Cold lyrics Don't Have Me lyrics Caught Up lyrics Kiss You lyrics Real Man lyrics Satisfy You lyrics Whatcha Like lyrics I Put You On lyrics Things lyrics I'll Trade (A Million Dollars) lyrics He Say, She Say lyrics Games lyrics Only Wanna Please You lyrics Nobody lyrics Come With Me lyrics Twisted lyrics I'm Not Ready lyrics Love Jones lyrics Come And Get With Me lyrics How Do You Like It lyrics |