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" Look At Me Now "
I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in!
Hahaha
Leggo
Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin'
Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin'
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupée
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 gettin' paper
Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
Fresher than a muh'fucka
Lil' nigga, bigger than gorilla
'Cause I'm killin' every nigga that can 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're talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done
Ayo, Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin'
When you're doin' that thing over there, homie
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let's go!
'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
And I'm feelin' 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 (Oh)
And I know that I can be a little cocky (No)
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 (Woo)
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that
Any little thing a nigga think that he be doin' (Ooh-ooh)
'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da (Damn)
Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything
A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things
That 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 doin' it to death
And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref'
And everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best
When it come to doing this and I be bangin' on my chest
And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' 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 could read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go!)
See the way we on and then we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin'
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 gettin' paper
Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
Fresher than a muh'fucka
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 Three 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, dressed 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 "okay"
If you wanted 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 tryin'
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
CÎROC and Sprite on a private flight
Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my momma'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 (Ha ha! Oh)
I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now (Ha ha! Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
I'm fresher than a muh'fucka
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a muh'fu-!
" I Can Tell "
Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
OHB, bitch this Breezy
I'm a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin' kisses
I'm pullin' up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin' them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I'm whippin' it
Hundred M's, yeah they're feelin' him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like "Why don't you have more like him?"
Cocky, I don't give a fuck if you like it
Know he hate me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I'm MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
Don't be buyin' all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I'm spendin' all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl, you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin' white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom 'hind us tryna bump me, tell 'em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin' for your love, I can't lie, I need help, I need help
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that's gon' eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let's throw it back, drop a Brand' on it
Yeah blow that money like a fan on 'em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I'mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin' ain't easy
And I ain't said nothin' 'bout cuffin'
But you better fuck me like you mean it
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
Molly water
Is makin' me fall in love
Baby, I'm ready to do this, this ain't my first rodeo
I know what I'm doin', got you screamin' all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I'll spend a bank, bank
I don't care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
" Outro Talking "
Yo, all the fans, Fan of a Fan
That strictly means we're the fan of, the fans of you guys
So we want you to know that we love y'all
And thank you for all the support and we gon' keep rocking, man
Check out Tyga projects coming out, my projects
We gon' get it popping for the streets, like I always say
And uh, my number ones, the ladies
Thank y'all for being so supportive too, man
'Cause you know without y'all, we nothing
Yeah, before we go, we gotta do this, ah!
That's it, cut that real quick
" What's My Name "
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh (Let's go)
Yeah (Let's go)
I'd like to introduce to you (Uh-huh, introduce)
The future, the young (Future), the new R&B prince (New, yes, yes)
Chris Brown (Chris, Chris, Chris Brown)
Spit flame
And me, stick around (Yes sir)
Ya boy Chris Brown (Ma)
Have you ever seen a four-door machine
When them things swing open? (Girl, picture that)
Have you ever traveled up on a yacht?
Sail across the ocean? (Girl, picture that)
Tell me have you ever seen the stars
Shoot across the night sky from a G4 side
Can you picture it?
Matter fact, picture you and me living it
I know I'm just a youngin' but, girl, I'm in a good groove
Right zone, I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper, I'ma keep the lights on
Let me show you what a hit single can do
And we can act a fool with it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do with it (What's my name?)
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (Oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Oh)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Hey, hey)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on
C to the H to the R-I-S (Yeah)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Oh, whoa)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Oh)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Ha ha)
I know I might sound a little out there but (Yeah)
The south of France, I'm tryna keep you out there, girl (Tryna take you out, girl)
Take my hand and we can walk up out there with (Let's go, uh-huh)
Brand new bags, now tell me how does that sound, girl?
It's crazy how I'm feeling you
Damn, I gotta get you to see (Love, whoa)
Girl, ya style is so sensual
Slide ya number and just roll with me (Let's go)
I know I'm just a youngin' but, girl, I'm in a good groove (Uh-huh, yeah)
Right zone, I just need a year or two
Let me stack this paper, I'ma keep the lights on
Let me show you what a hit single can do
And we can act a fool with it
So much diamonds you won't know what to do with it (What's my name?)
The name Chris Brown from Virginia (Yeah, uh-huh)
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (Oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Hey, hey, mm)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Ooh, ooh)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Hey, yeah, yeah)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Hey, hey, ha!)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Ooh)
And if you didn't know, now you know
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on
I see money, money, money everywhere I go (Ayy)
Baby, I'ma cash boy, so where my dough? (Ca-ching)
Girl, I know when you hear my flow (Uh)
Plus all the honies love me when I wear my fro
Ayo, lil' mama, I'm Noah the charmer (Uh)
Better known as that boy Chevy Impala (Vroom, vroom)
Shawty, we can creep while you in your pajamas
Then we can sip margaritas in the Bahamas (Ah)
Amiga, amiga, let's flee to Aruba
We can ride now, I got the keys to the cruiser (Let's go)
You can be with me, ain't gotta be with a loser (Nah)
Do what it do let me see if I'm a loser
What's my name?
C to the H to the R-I-S (Yes)
I know you like it, mama, just say yes (Say yeah)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Hey)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Hey, yeah)
C to the H to the R-I-S (Whoa, oh)
I know you like it, baby, just say yes (Yeah)
And if you didn't know, now you know (Hey)
I'm a pro and I can go on and on and on and on (Ha ha, oh, ooh)
Yeah, it's Chris Brown (Oh, oh)
Ma, you need to stop playing (Oh, oh, whoa)
You know who you want (I know)
You know what you need and I do too (Oh)
Uh-huh, come with me
Take it back, take it back
Bring it back, bring it back
Uh-huh, yeah, girl
Ooh, ha ha, ha ha
This my swagger right here, ha ha
" Trap Back "
(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Let me hear it)
Uh, ooh
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'
Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
(Oh baby, I don't wanna hear nothin')
'Cause I really got the dopest of the dopest
It make them hoes focus, she ridin' 'round hopeless, like
Where the dopeman? I really need the dopeman
Please don't take this pill without water, you might choke, ma'am
When I say I'm outside, she say the door open
Walk up in the crib, in the bed, I get to pokin'
She get to screamin', her kids gonna wake up
I think it's the drugs she be takin' 'cause the
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Hear nothin')
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Oh, yeah)
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'
Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys (No)
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
(Oh, baby, SEX, I don't wanna hear nothin')
Trap back jumpin'
I don't wanna hear a damn thing 'bout no money (No)
All a nigga tryna say is why you run from me? (Why you runnin'?)
Hunt for me
Every time the night come, grip the 40 and Bible
She text me and say that pussy on arrival
Told the promoters put that pussy on the rider
Fuck around and catch your girl, I'm a sniper
Ha ha, her lil' nose, I'ma wipe her (Ha ha)
Yeah, I caught her like a sniper (Yeah, I caught her)
Yeah, red, red bottoms on the right one (Red bottoms on the right one)
Yeah, yeah, scratched my back like we fightin', yeah (Whoa, whoa)
If he never had you, you my wife then, yeah (Whoa, whoa)
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'
Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys (No)
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
(Oh, baby, I don't wanna hear nothin')
Baby girl, I know you high, baby, so am I
Give you everything I got, girl, don't ask me why
Just relax your mind, baby
Just take your time, you got it, baby
I don't know how the hell we got this faded
Makin' a movie with my bitch, X-rated (Sex)
And why you runnin' from the dick? You playin'
Girl, I can do anything, you name it
I want more
Entertain me some more (Oh yeah)
Come over, let's lay up
Smoke somethin', then let's fuck
She falling in love with the (Hey)
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Oh-oh)
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Hear)
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Oh yeah)
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin' (Ooh)
When you hit my phone, leave them drugs in your stomach
And if mine jump behind, then, baby, I'm runnin'
Baby, I'm bomin', tell me if you comin'
Call me if you really wanna get high
You ain't gettin' nowhere with them other guys (No)
They don't ever hold you down, they don't get you fly
Red bottoms, she feel like she in the sky
Got the trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap, trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
Trap back jumpin', I don't wanna hear nothin'
I don't wanna hear nothin'