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Tên bài hát: Look At Me Now
Ca sĩ: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes
Sáng tác: unknown
Album: F.A.M.E. (Deluxe Edition)
Ngày ra mắt: 01/01/1970
Thể loại: Âu Mỹ, Rap / Hip Hop, R&B / Soul
Lời bài hát Look At Me Now – Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes
Bài Hát: Look At Me Now
Ca Sĩ: Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes
I don’t see how you can hate
From outside of the club
You can’t even get in
Hah-aha, leggo
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years
In two days
Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J
If you get what I get
What would you say?
She wax it all off, Mr.Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh
I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah
Fresher than a motherfucker
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
‘Cause I’m killing every nigga
That come try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick
If you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip
And fall on my dick
Oops I said on my dick
I ain’t really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I’m done
Hell, Breezy
Let me show you
How to keep the dice rolling
When you’re doing
That thing over there homie
Ay ay ay ay ay ay
Let’s go!
‘Cause I’m feeling like I’m running
And I’m feeling like I gotta get away
Get away, get away
Better know that I don’t
And I won’t ever stop
‘Cause you know
I gotta win everyday, day
Go!
See they really really wanna pop me
Blow!
Just know that you will never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
Oh
You ain’t never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set it
Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow, and then
I gotta shut out any little thing
That nigga think that he be doing
‘Cause it doesn’t matter
‘Cause I’m gonna dadadada
Then I’m gonna murder every thing
And anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things
To make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I always win
And then I gotta get it again
And again, and then again
And I be doing it to death
And now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a ref
And everybody knows my style
And niggas know that I’m the best
When it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east
And I’m banging in the west
And I come to give you more
And I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street
Or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know
What’s next? Let’s go
See the way we on it and we all up
In the race and you know
We gotta go
Now try to keep up with the pace
And we struggle and I hustle
And I set it and I get it
And we always gotta do it
Take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it, have it
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas
How y’all doin’?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don’t eat sushi, I’m the shit
No I’m pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies
In my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater
Got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house
Came with an elevator
You niggas ain’t eatin’
Fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said, “Shoot ’em”
And I said, “OK”
If you want that bullshit
Then I’m like “Olé”
I don’t care what you say
So don’t even speak
Your girlfriend a freak
Like Cirque Du Soleil
That’s word to my flag
And my flag red
I’m out of my head
Bitch I’m outta my mind
From the bottom I climb
You ain’t hotter than mine
Nope, not on my time
And I’m not even trying
What’s poppin’ Slime?
Nothin’ five
And if they trippin’ fuck ’em five
I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive
These niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight
Bitch I’ve been tight since “Guiding light”
And my pockets right
And my diamonds white
And my mamma’s nice
And my daddy’s dead
You faggots scared ’cause I’m too wild
Been here for a while
I was like fuck trial I puts it down
I’m so Young Money
If you got eyes look at me now, bitch
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, I’m fresher than a motherfucker
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I’m fresher than a motherfucker
