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Lyrics for If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)
By Sam Sarpong

Artist: BEYONCÉ KNOWLES, MOS DEF AND SAM SARPONG
Album: MTV's Hip Hopera: Carmen Soundtrack
Title: If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)

(Beyoncé (Mos Def and Sam Sarpong:):)
Sweetness flowing like a faucet
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

Lyrics for If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)By Sam Sarpong

Lyrics for If Looks Could Kill (You Would Be Dead)
By Sam Sarpong