Keith Sweat - All Eyes On Me (Revisiting Cold Blooded) Lyrics

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[Intro]

Goddamn 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, niggas be like "yo"

Stare me up and down even when they with they ho

It amazes me them niggas don't care

All fade tight, ass everywhere

And before I can even get a chance to blink

Wild mutha-fuckas 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 fuck with me

Can't touch me, check my steeze

Swap meet bitches, please, for real

1 - [Keith] (Strings)

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)

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[Strings]

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, nigga pleaser

Coochie value, like the Mona Lisa

99 escalade, smellin' like Chanel

Bumpin' my shit, on the way to Bloomingdale's

For a shopping spree, niggas jocking me

Black tale centerfold, no stopping me

And your bitch 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?

Repeat 1

[Strings]

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Freeze

Yo, I got a fat boy on my jock

Nigga 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 nigga know it

That's why he with the fat tale poet

Spittin' game like a nigga sayin', baby pass me Moet, for real

Repeat 1

[Strings]

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Uh uh, yeah yeah

Repeat 1 (without Strings)

Repeat 1 to fade

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