Luyện nghe bài hát All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded)

Goddamn I look
Somebody me, huh
This club does not 2 point 2 seconds of me
But I'mma it to 'em anyway, uh

When I in the door, niggas be like "yo"
Stare me up and down even they with they ho
It amazes me them don't care
All tight, ass everywhere
And before I can get a chance to blink
Wild mutha-fuckas start sendin' me
But I send 'em all back, I got my own loot
Suit? a Miaki
Boots? Gianni
It ain't to see
I got my own money, fuck with me
touch me, check my steeze
Swap bitches, please, for real

1 - (Strings)
Cold...
(When I in the room, all eyes on me)
Let me get number
(Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet)

Cold...
(When I walk in the room, all on me)
What can I say?
(And these are the sounds they be at me, say what)

Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

Uh, picture me Strings, Pav in my ear
I push a new every year
Hip Hop sweetheart, pleaser
Coochie value, like the Lisa
99 escalade, smellin' like
my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's
For a spree, niggas jocking me
Black tale centerfold, no me
And your is jealous 'cause I'm gettin'
While and you out the to tell her
I won't tell her, I'm hella plus she dumber and dumber
'cause she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his number
And said call me baby, you're a real
Workin' those Girbaud, spittin' flows at
I check the and the skills
Can I get autograph on the 50 dolla bill, for real?

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Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

Yo, I got a fat boy on my
Nigga got a but he got a fat knot
when it was hot, rollin' down the block
In my car, 320 E drop
Tell the get it together, she ain't cute
that sweater with them daisy dukes
And nigga know it
That's why he with the fat tale
Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for

1

Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

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