Fightin' Over Me Songtext
von Paris Hilton

Yeah, This is that Paris Hilton Thong Production
Yo, this gurl is so hot, so sexy

Every time I turn around, the boys fightin′ over me
Every time I step out the house, they wanna fight over me
Maybe 'cuz 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 ′cuz 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 in Paris, in the Hilton Suite
I′m still chasin', yeah, still patiently waitin′, ma
Come lay off them guys
And I'ma take you to the X where them boys lie

Play the corner all day, just blaze kush
G, money for deep all day, I′m straight swoosh
From the time I had to ruck 'em in the Kanye ride
Doors up, doin' donuts on the half-court line


And any block we pass, niggers 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 may never be the same
We ODed now
This is, this is your boy, Joe Crook
And this nigger all mad 'cuz 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 'cuz 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'
Whoever ain't two steppin′ is really bouncin′
Yeah and you know the name of the game
So let go of your dame
She chose me ever since the DJ announced 'em

And she got the right to low button down
Or wire sale shades, the ice is bright too
And I′m around goons, might as well let me get her
I promise to send her back tomorrow around noon


Sore loser but a good winner
Besides that, she could use a lil' hood in her
A 40 from Autobond and a hood dinner
With them Binner and a Range back seat at the Get violent, this money wanna drive me
It′s somethin' on the tip of my that spit silent
I don′t feel haters and if you feelin' some kinda way
Email 'em and tell ′em you 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 ′cuz 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 gon′ need a And welcome to Paris
Boys, boys, boys, boys fightin' over me
All the boyz, all the silly boyz, 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 ′cuz 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 'cuz I′m hot to death and I'm so, so, so sexy
All the boys, all the silly boys, they wanna fight over me