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Paroles de la chanson If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) par Beyonce lyrics officiel

If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) est une chanson en Anglais

Sweetness flowing like a faucet, body bangin' no corset
Brother's wanna toss it but they lost 'cause my game ain't no forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse's
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I stick to my thesis, I stick to my features
Brother's try to hold but they game never reaches
And most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you lookin' at, but what you lookin' at?
You want a bomb, wanna twist me like a bottle cap?

I'm tryna holla, miss, to see if you gon' holla back

Your game is wack and no you will not get your quarter back
See this is Carmen, curves like a cul-de-sac
Skin coffee and cream, your donuts, you ain't dunkin' that

But this is Miller, Lieutenant if you're wonderin'
And I'm Nathaniel, Mel Gibson, Danny Gloverin'

And I'm not hearin' you, you might as well be mumblin'
See I have dreams, and with a man what would become of them?
There's not a kid out here who can make me believe
I should postpone my goals, he got tricks up his sleeve
Whole bar full of cups and you ain't lockin' me down

I got a warrant for ya heart and bear for the trial
Get a pardon if ya come with the sergeant now

Give me a chair 'cause I don't care, I ain't feelin' your style

Ayo, I'm tryna get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one'll get you under the covers
(Game, taller, manslaughter, I ain't feelin' you brothers)

Ayo, I'm tryna get with you shorty
(But I'm not feelin' you)
But I'm an officer shorty
(My looks are killin' you)
Murder one'll get you under the covers
(Game, taller, manslaughter, I ain't feelin' you brothers)

Eyes like the ocean

Ma, I got some lotion
Hold ya thighs, raise em' high and daddy long stroke em'

Hair like forever

Swear I could do it better
Take the gun out my holster, I still rock a beretta

You brothers sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing
But that kid

Don't waste ya time he ain't worth doin'
He just a sergeant, passin' out tickets for parking
Chickenheads cluckin'

Pitiful fools barkin'
See this is Carmen, voice sweet as Marvin
I turn out lights with the switch when I'm walkin'
Girls steady jealous 'cause they man always hawkin'
Even got Lou lookin' at me like he stalkin'
And I got a mind too, I wouldn't bless you
If your first name was Ha-Choo, on Sunday singin' gospel

You ain't a dime just a nickel actin' high school

I'm headed for the big top and bouncin' on this side show
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