You Be Killin Em Lyrics - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape - Fabolous

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 

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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 

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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