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All Eyes On Me(featuring Keith Sweat) (我身上的所有关注) - Strings featuring Keith Sweat
Written by：S. Huff/R. James/Marinna Teal/Marquis John
Producer：Steve 'Stone' Huff
Godd**n 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 n**gas be like yo
Stare me up and down even when they with they ho
It amazes me them n**gas don't care
All fade tight a** everywhere
And before I can even get a chance to blink
Wild mutha f**kas start sendin' me drinks
But I send 'em all back 'cause 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 f**k with me
Can't touch me check my steeze
Swap meet b**ches please for real
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
Uh uh yeah yeah
Uh uh yeah yeah
Uh picture me strings pavé diamonds in my ear
I push a new somethin' every year
Hip hop sweetheart n**ga pleaser
Coochie value like the Mona Lisa
99 escalade smellin' like Chanel
Bumpin' my sh*t on the way to Bloomingdale's
For a shopping spree n**gas jocking me
Black tale centerfold no stopping me
And your b**ch is jealous 'cause 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
'Cause 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
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
And these are the sounds they be makin' at me say what
Uh uh yeah yeah
Uh uh yeah yeah
Freeze
Yo I got a fat boy on my jock
N**ga 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 n**ga know it
That's why he with the fat tale poet
Spittin' game like a n**ga sayin' baby pass me Moet for real
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
Uh uh yeah yeah
Uh uh yeah yeah
Cold blooded
Let me get your number
Cold blooded
What more can I say
Freeze
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
Baby
And these are the sounds they be makin' at me say what
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
