Beyonce Knowles Feat Mos Def And Sam Sarpong If Looks Could Kill (you Would Be Dead) Lyrics

If Looks Could Kill (you Would Be Dead) Lyrics

Beyonce Knowles feat. Mos Def, & Sam Sarpong

 

 If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)

 Body banging, no corset

 Brothers wanna toss it

 But they loss 'cause my game

 Made them forfeit

 Slicker than porpoise

 And thicker than a horse's

 Carmen Brown got the

 Whole town speechless

 I stick to my thesis

 Eyes stick to my features

 Brothers try to hold

 But their game never reachs

 And most of these cats are

 Like the middle of peaches

 I see you looking there

 But what you lookin' at

 You in a bar and

 Wanna twist me like a bottle cap

 (I'mma try to holla miss to

 See if you gon holla back)

 Your game is whack

 I know you will not

 Get your quarter back

 See this is Carmen

 Curves like a culdasack

 Skin, coffee and cream

 Your doughnut

 You ain't dunking that

 (But this is Miller

 Lieutenant if you wondering)

 (And I'm the Dag

 Mel Gibson, Danny Gloverin')

 But I'm not hearing 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

 That can make me believe

 I should postpone my goals

 He's got tricks up his sleeves

 Whole bar full of cuffs and

 You ain't lockin' me down

 (I got a warrant for your heart

 And the bed for the trial)

 (Get a pardon if you come

 With the sergeant now)

 Give me a chair, I don't care

 I'm not feelin' your style

 (Ay yo I'm tryna get with you shorty)

 But I'm not feeling you

 (But I'm an officer shorty)

 My looks are killing you

 (Murder one to

 Get you under the covers)

 Game taller, man slaughter

 I ain't feeling you brothers

 (Ay yo I'm tryna get with you shorty)

 But I'm not feeling you

 (But I'm an officer shorty)

 My looks are killing you

 (Murder one to

 Get you under the covers)

 Game taller, man slaughter

 I ain't feeling you brothers

 

 Eyes like the ocean

 (Ma I got some lotion)

 (I'll hold your thighs

 Raise them high and

 Daddy long stroke 'em)

 Hair like forever

 (Sweat I could do it better)

 (Take the gun out my holster

 I still pack the Beretta)

 Brothers sweat Carmen

 Like Patrick Ewing

 But that kid

 (Don't waste your time

 He's just a sergeant)

 (Passing out tickets for parking)

 (Chickenheads clucking)

 Pitiful bulls barking

 See this is Carmen

 Voice sweet as Marvin

 I turn out lights with

 The switch when I walk in

 Girls steady jealous

 'Cause their man always hawking

 Even got Lou

 Looking at me like stalking

 And I got a mind too

 I wouldn't bless you if

 You're first name was A'choo

 On Sunday singing gospel

 (You ain't a dime

 Just a nickel actin' hostile)

 I'm headed for the big time

 And bouncin' on this side show