Beyonce - If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)
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If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead) Lyrics

Sweetness flowing like a faucet
Body bangin' no corset
Brothas wanna toss it
But they lost, cause my game made them forfeit
Slicker than a porpoise and thicker than a horse is
Carmen Brown got the whole town speechless
I'll stick to my thesis, eyes stick to my features
Brothas trying to hold, but thier game never reaches
Most of these cats are like the middle of peaches
I see you looking at, but what you looking at?
You're in a bar and wanna twist me like a bottle cap?

I'm trying to holla Miss, to see if you gon holla back

Your game is whack, 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 dunking that

But this is Miller, Lieutenant, if you're wondering

And I'm Nathanile

Mel Gibson

Danny Gloverin'

But I'm not hearing you, you might as well be mumbling
See, I have dreams, and with a man, what will 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 cuffs and you ain't locking me down

I got a warrant for ya heart, in the bed, hold the trial

Get a pardon if you come with the Sergeant, now

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

- Ayo, I'm trying to get with you shorty
- But I'm not feeling you
- But I'm an officer shorty
- My looks are killing you
- Murder One will get you under the covers
- Game taller, manslaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas
- Ayo, I'm trying to get with you shorty
- But I'm not feeling you
- But I'm an officer shorty
- My looks are killing you
- Murder One will get you under the covers
- Game taller, manslaughter, I ain't feeling you brothas

Eyes like the ocean

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

Hair like forever

Swear I do it better
Take my gun out the holster, I still got the Barretta

Brothas sweat Carmen like Patrick Ewing, but that cat...

Don't waste your time, he ain't worth doing, he's just a Sergeant
Passing out tickets for parking

Chicken-heads clucking

Pitiful bulls barking
See, this is Carmen, voice sweet as marvin
I turn out lights, with the switch, when I'm walking
Girls steady jealous, cause they men 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 hachoo on Sunday, singin' gospel

You ain't a dyme, just a nickel actin' hostile

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

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