You Be Killin Em Songtext / Lyric

You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it

I dead em all now, I buy the caskets

They should arrest you or whoever dressed you

Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em






You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight

Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48

A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent

She look like the best money that I ever spent

Just watching my cutiepie get beautified

Make me want better jewels, a newer ride

Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride

Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide

Looking good has it's sacrifices

Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices

Her body nice, face dime

Give you that iPhone 4, face time

Shorty in the streets, still handle the home

Enough class for wine, still handle patron

When them other hoes call I hand her the phone



And she hand em the tone



You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it

I dead em all now, I buy the caskets

They should arrest you or whoever dressed you

Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em



Girl you be killin em

You be killin em



Yeah I know that's what they all says

She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez

Keep it clean cut like bald heads

Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce

So you gotta ball harder than them ball players

All she wanna know is there a mall near us

Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her

But he ain't beat it up, I assault her

Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her

Slow strut like she walking to the altar

Hand bag on her arm cost four bills

And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal

Often imitated, never duplicated



They say she a dime, I say she underrated

I just met her so the next solution

Dead my old chick, execution



You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it

I dead em all now, I buy the caskets

They should arrest you or whoever dressed you

Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em



Girl you be killin em

You be killin em

Girl you be killin em

You be killin em



Had to let you know

All the ladies (to all the ladies)

I'd like to congratulate you

Congratulations



And you just came from the gym clothes

In a fitted cap and some Timbo's

And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes

Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose

Still killin em hoes

You still killin em hoes

You still killin em hoes