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Fabolous - Girl You Be Killin Em Lyrics
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Nice
Oh
Oh

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 I'ma 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 (uh-uh, oh)

You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for two days, first forty eight
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutie pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louboutin 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 four figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone four, FaceTime
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 (uh-uh, oh)

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 I'ma 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 (uh-uh, oh)

Yeah, I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with her, 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 (nice)
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 I'm a 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 (uh-uh, oh)

You be killin' 'em
I had to let you know
You be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em (uh-uh, oh)
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
You be killin' 'em (I'd like to congratulate you)
You be killin' 'em (congratulations)
You be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em

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 (uh-uh, oh)
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Nice
Oh
Oh

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 I'ma 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 (uh-uh, oh)

You ain't gotta worry 'bout her, shorty straight
Been chasing her for two days, first forty eight
A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent
She look like the best money that I ever spent
Just watching my cutie pie get beautified
Make me want better jewels, a newer ride
Louboutin 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 four figure jacket prices
Her body nice, face dime
Give you that iPhone four, FaceTime
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 (uh-uh, oh)

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 I'ma 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 (uh-uh, oh)

Yeah, I know that's what they all says
She gotta donkey with her, 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 (nice)
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 I'm a 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 (uh-uh, oh)

You be killin' 'em
I had to let you know
You be killin' 'em
You be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em (uh-uh, oh)
All the ladies (to all the ladies)
You be killin' 'em (I'd like to congratulate you)
You be killin' 'em (congratulations)
You be killin' 'em
Girl, you be killin' 'em

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 (uh-uh, oh)
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Writer: Ryan Leslie, Herbert Louis Rooney, John David Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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