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Keith Sweat

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All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded)

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Жанры : rnb soul slow jams 90s new jack swing

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[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, PavГ© 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

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