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You what's up girl, gotta ask it
I dead 'em all now, I buy the
They should arrest you or whoever you
Ain't gon' you, but I'm a let you know
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
Girl you be 'em

You ain't gotta worry her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for two days, first forty
A bad cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money I ever spent
Just watching my pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a ride
Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride
Her feet are killing her, I it shoe'icide
Looking good has it's
weather bring four figure jacket prices
Her body nice, dime
Give you iPhone four, face time
Shorty in the streets, still the home
Enough class for wine, still Patron
When other hos call I hand her the phone
And she hand 'em the

You what's up girl, gotta ask it
I 'em all now, I buy the caskets
should arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' you, but I'm a let you know
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
Girl you be 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em

Yeah I know that's they all says
She gotta donkey with her, Valdez
Keep it clean cut bald heads
playin' with that green long as Paul Pierce
So you gotta ball harder than ball players
All she wanna know is there a mall us
fault her, the last nigga spoiled her
But he beat it up, I assault her
Shoulda seen her come to me when I her
Slow strut like she walking to the
Hand bag on her arm cost bills
And she ain't gotta beg, or steal
Often imitated, duplicated
say she a dime, I say she underrated
I met her so the next solution
Dead my old chick,

You up girl, ain't gotta ask it
I 'em all now, I buy the caskets
They arrest you or whoever dressed you
Ain't gon' stress you, but I'm a let you
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
You be 'em
Girl you be 'em

You be 'em
Had to let you
You be 'em
You be 'em
you be killin' 'em
All the (to all the ladies)
You be 'em
You be 'em
I'd to congratulate you

You be 'em
you be killin' 'em

And you just from the gym clothes
In a cap and some Timbo's
And a pair of flats, trimmed toes
in the mirror, B.B.M. Pose
Still killin' 'em
You still killin' 'em
You killin' 'em hoes