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

Goddamn I look
slap me, huh
This club does not want 2 point 2 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 when they with ho
It me them niggas don't care
All tight, ass everywhere
And before I can even get a to blink
mutha-fuckas start sendin' me drinks
But I 'em all back, 'cause I got my own loot
Suit? It's a
Boots? Versace
It ain't to see
I got my own money, don't fuck me
touch me, check my steeze
Swap bitches, please, for real

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

Cold...
(When I in the room, all eyes on me)
more can I say?
(And are the sounds they be makin' 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, nigga
Coochie value, like the Lisa
99 escalade, smellin' like
Bumpin' my shit, on the way to
For a spree, niggas jocking me
tale centerfold, no stopping me
And your bitch is jealous 'cause I'm
While and you out the to tell her
I won't tell her, I'm plus she getting dumber and dumber
'cause while she was in the dressing room, he slipped me his
And said call me baby, a real lady
Workin' those Girbaud, spittin' flows at
I the videos and the skills
Can I get your autograph on the 50 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
'Member when it was hot, down the block
In my summer car, 320 E
Tell the wife get it together, she ain't
Rockin' that with them daisy dukes
And nigga know it
That's why he the fat tale poet
Spittin' game a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real

1

Uh uh, yeah
Uh uh, yeah

1 (without Strings)

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