Yeah
This is that Paris Hilton, Scott Storch Production
This is so hot
So sexy
J-J-J-Jadakiss

Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me
Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me

Up, and passin' the Hilton Suite, I'm still chasin' ya
Still patiently waitin', ma
Come lay off them Hampton guys and I'ma take ya to the x
Where them boys' lie
Play the corner all day, just plays cuz G's money
From deep all day, I'm straight swoosh
I'ma tie 'em at the Rucker, I'm at the Kanye ride
Doors up, doing donuts on the half court line
And any block we pass, niggas scream out crack
Yeah ma, you with the realest, how simple is that?
And you don't need him, you just need me
We can keep this on the low, we banned from TV
And he ain't gotta know, we ran through DC
Club Dreamin' ain't never be the same, we OD now
This is this is your boy Joe Cook and this nigga all mad
'Cause his chick got took

Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me

We in the VIP, killin the ouncin'
Whoeva' ain't two steppin' is Willy bouncin'
Yeah, and you know the name of the game, so let go of ya dame
She chose me, ever since the DJ announced 'em
And she got the right to
Low button down, or YSL shades, the ice is bright too
And I'm around Gomes, might as well let me get her
I promise to send her back tomorrow, 'round noon
Sore loser, but a good winner
Besides that she could use a little hood in her
A 40 from auto bond and a hood inner
You can bend her in the Range, back seat, at the center
Get violent, if money wanna try me
There's somethin' on the top of my flicky that spits silent
I don't feel haters and if you feeling some kinda way
E-mail him and tell him your still Jada's

Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me

Boys, boys, boys, boys, fightin' over me
If you wanna go abroad, you're gonna need a black card
And welcome to Paris
Boys, boys, boys, boys, fightin' over me
All them boys, all them silly boys, they wanna fight over me

Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me
Every time I turn around, the boys fightin' over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cause I'm hot to death, and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me


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Fightin' Over Me Lyrics as written by Scott Storch Joseph Cartagena

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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    shallow, shallow, shallow....

    and besides that, if shes writing a crappy song, could u please like not make it a fucking hour long??

    paris please never rap in public again.

    goodgollymissmollyon May 23, 2007   Link

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