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" Look At Me Now (Remix) "
I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Hahaha l'ego!
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sippin'
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missin'
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, harakiri
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 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 talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I'm done
Now let a track go past like this and Twista not fuck with it
Y'all done lost your mind
Let me show y'all how I do it
Check it
I could hit you with the automatic flow
I could do any rhythm and any pattern that I wanna do, the harder that it go
You could see blood spilling out from my body right in front of you, and I'ma get the dough
Now the way I be shinin' be havin' everybody lookin' at me
Fuckin' them up when I buck and I'ma step and get off
I do a murder when I'm trigger happy (like)
I got the intricate
Pattern to kill 'em for currency when I be animate,
I'mma be makin' 'em holler 'cause I'ma get dollars
When I'm attackin' the beat I'm a scholar
'Cause I'm a personification of God so you better honor (what!?)
Mr. Immaculate, I'm gonna wreck it, a marvellous accurate lyricist
I'll be here forever
Haters wanna hate on me because they wanna hear whatever
I could spit a rhythm to a bitch and get her pussy wetter
Pimpin' on a bitch and tell her I could get her pussy cheddar
So I get the camera then go and make a movie
Me up in the back of her, tappin' her, gets the booty
Didn't wanna show my face even though she was a cutie
Nine millimeter and spillin' millions of milliliters of life out a nigga if he talk shit
C.E.O., step into my office
Coming with the awkward flow like I'm sick
Go get your momma to bring a thermometer
My temperature's hot
Come up with a flow that would kill a industry, and I could pick anything that I want off the lot
Never compatible 'cause I be intricate, when I be serving you
When I be doin' it at a pace, I know they can't leave me
Think Twista could kill 'em on a track with Busta and Breezy, Weezy? Easy!
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 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
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a 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 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 been tight since Guiding Light
And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
And my mommas 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, fresher than a motherfucker
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherfucker
" Real Hip Hop #4 "
Hahaha, right
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I hear 'em talkin' 'bout this
Can't fight the feeling
Hahaha, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leggo, look, haha
Can't fight the feeling
Do you think I give a **** what you think about me?
I got my chin up, brother walkin' properly
Almost off them papers so no coppers bother me
Fuck walkin' on eggshells, Father, help me please
I'm duckin' slugs, I'm in higher water so they leech
You got the game effed up, but it's all G
I choose it 'cause this music's therapeutic to my brain cells
And when I'm stupid, yeah, I lose it, I don't think well
Yeah, and for this moolah, I'm a Road Runner
You can't stop the party, boy, you won't fuck my fun up
Might just have to call them boys, then they gonna run up
Pretty little facelift, yeah, you gettin' done up
I light a candle for the homies that's history
You light a candle just to save electricity
Let me calm down, I don't wanna get tazed
I just bought this outfit and these shades
I'm ballin' hard, nigga, hit that replay
And all my haters die slow and decay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha, look, haha, leggo
Can't fight the feeling
Give me four quarters and a few Vitamin Waters
I guess to win in this game I just gotta fuck reporters
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A nigga somersault, naw, it's not what the doctor ordered
Red shots is on your forehead
Can't fight the feeling
Block up, they recordin'
Now I'm on the West Coast ridin' in that low-low
With a couple killers who be hidin' from the popo
Know they got the best smoke, feel like you in slow-mo
But I don't smoke that shit so no, that weren't no promo
V.A. yeah, we hard, bitch
'Cause everywhere I go, I feel like I'm a target
I'm a star, you just start shit
Superhero switchin' fists like I'm Clark Kent
Yeah
Superman that ho
Check, look
See the waitress makin' double, I guess you can say I'm tipsy
I'm all about my hustle like my first name Nipsey
Breezy brought me on, so I be wherever Chris be
I'm the next to blow, believe it or not, Ripley's
Biggest thing in L.A., how can you miss me?
Tell the bank teller keep them hundreds extra crispy
Cash rules everythin' around me
I see your mouth movin' but you ain't really sayin' shit like the lip-sync
A lot of chicks on my teams so they call me coach
My dick game got them buggin', call it cockroach
How you fly as me? I don't fly coach
Nigga, I'm sick so when I spit it's fuckin' gross
That's dope, huh, nigga, that's dope
Iced in the bitch but I ain't never seen the slopes
Californication, I'm reppin' the West Coast
East Side, young niggers, my cousins are straight Locs
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Haha
Can't fight the feeling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't fight the feeling
" Famous "
[Ray J:]
I just wanna flex on my ex
I just put my name on the check
Nigga smokin' propane on the jet
Bitches doin' cocaine on the jet
Fuck all the hater shit, know that you see me
Big wheels, I'm whippin' a Lamborghini
I see you act like I ain't nobody
Tryna fuck a nigga high up with your issues
Talkin' 'bout, "Baby I miss you"
[Chris Brown:]
Sentimental and I'm about to put you in your place
[Ray J:]
You think a nigga wanna diss you
What I've been through
I got too much hard for this bitch too
[Chris Brown:]
Damn right
I know that you cry when you're goin' to sleep every damn night
Damn lights and I ain't gon' practice
I fuck around and make another one...
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
[Chris Brown:]
Sick of the lies
Bitch, just look at the time
Look at it shine
Yeah, knowin' I'm fine
Knowin' you bitchin' to fuck up my vibe
Bitch, you a bum
Sorry I ain't mean it, know where I'm from
Automatic tat-tat-tat out the drum
Got that paper, nigga, I got the funds
Bitches schemin', nigga, already knowin'
Hoochie season and she already hoein'
She believes I'm 'bout to give her the foreign
She about to bring the best out of me
She got the GPS, know where I'm goin'
She from the 'jects, but I took her to Florence
Gave her that check so that bitch could get on
Pinkie ring, yeah it's stainless
Put you in danger when I made you...
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Famous
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
[Ray J:]
Bitch I'm alive, yeah I'm alive
Yeah bitch, I'm alive
I told you fuck niggas you'll see me in time
And tell all my ex bitches just tellin' those lies
I told the judge, my right hand to the sky
It wasn't me, I'm not that kinda guy
She fuck me for fame, look in her eyes
She was the first one to sign on the line
She was the real one to plan it all out
Look at the family, they walk around proud
All because she had my dick in her mouth
Wanna have me in bed while you fuckin' your spouse
Shows that you still a rat and your man Mickey Mouse
Gotta stay strapped when you walk around now
I got me a badass wife, and I'm happy now, yeah
[Ray J + Chris Brown:]
Make another one famous
Make another one famous
Oh nooo, no
" Whippin' "
Whipping up some work
Phone going off, trap going berserk
Hit the road cause a nigga need to earn
Big back, she make it whine and twerk
Hit it from the back, then I skrt skrt
Young boys fucking up, they don't learn
Section on my T-shirt
Big racks stuffed in my D squares
I pull up in the Wraith, hit the plug on the way
100k on the face, keeping Ms in the bank
AK by the waist, no I do not play
Get familiar with the money, déjà vu every day
She know I give and I go, she know I pick and I roll
I'mma drive her to the hole
I done came out the water, with the shits like I'm Flippa
Never, ever, ever caught up, OHB with the niggas, oh
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin' (take it off), drippin', drippin' (ooh, yeah)
Whippin', whippin' (yeah), whippin', whippin' (oh)
Whippin', whippin' (oh, yeah), whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'
You know (Like a boss)
London bwoy, London sound, eeh?
Everything lit inna London Town, eeh?
Peng gyal wan' come London Town, come round
Gyal in abundance, gyal from round, eeh?
Ayo Breezy, this one nuh easy, easy
Gyal wan' kiss up, and hug up, and squeeze me
Everything easy, believe we, uh
Gyal up on the I-watch, gyal up on the TV, ah
Hit the road like a don, yeah, I rep where I'm from
Badboys inna London, get the Ps, then we gone
In the trap, I work wonders, get around, I do compass
Peng gyal up in the covers, get the bands in abundance
Man's just turning up, getting lit, we burning up
More life, that's a lifestyle, hot gyally wanna cool with us
Sideman? They ain't cool with us, bitch boys always make a fuss
Trap boys, we got all the stuff, for the gang, let it buss
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin' (take it off), drippin', drippin' (ooh, yeah)
Whippin', whippin' (yeah), whippin', whippin' (oh)
Whippin', whippin' (oh, yeah), whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'
You know (Like a boss)
I told that bitch to kiss it, that shit landed, now she miss it
I put your ho in the mission, she put the pis' on her titties
I got the coupe with exhaust, your bitch want the molly, it costs
She wanna fuck with a boss, she told a nigga get lost
Smoking on gas in the old one, wrist's cold, Minnesota
My girl bite like a cobra, love when she bend it over
Had to buy a new Rover, fucking in a Rolls Royce
Girl, you know your pussy moist, what you need is your choice
Drive the car like a race, whip it, whip it
Gear six in the rain, skiddin', skiddin'
Big back, titties, dig that, yeah, she pretty
Trap phone still ringing, on the back road doing digits
London in my blood, getting bundles from the plug
Run, run, run it up, in a bando full of buds
Section, Breezy, got the whole world going nuts
Take it easy, we're going right up to the top
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up (turn up)
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up (high voltage)
You know I got some bottles back at my place (yeah)
I got it if you need it, yeah (Ow! Uh)
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin' (take it off), drippin', drippin' (ooh, yeah)
Whippin', whippin' (yeah), whippin', whippin' (oh)
Whippin', whippin' (oh, yeah), whippin', whippin'
Wouldn't ever pretend you could see these skengs
Free range, no aiming the lens
Waste boys mainly lean on feds
We team, no cream, shook ones and they've been on edge
CDs from around, big Ps, making pounds
I tour with gang them in your town, shut it down, shut it down
I link the crowd and they go nuts, in the ends, big Benz doing doughnuts
I seen and feel it coming closer, bro's still in kitchens whippin' yola
Ring ring for the best, cure a gyal cause she dead
Turn dead to peng, kitchen whippin' with friends
Whip skid and then beng, done your gyal cause she peng
Brung her back to the ends, gas her up like the Benz
Pardon, pardon me, I'm just lit, turning up
Off that Hennessy, we just stay, turn me up
You know I got some bottles back at my place
I got it if you need it, yeah
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin' (take it off), drippin', drippin' (ooh, yeah)
Whippin', whippin' (yeah), whippin', whippin' (oh)
Whippin', whippin' (oh, yeah), whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'
You know (Like a boss)
In the Dawn, that's a wraith with the top off
Bad gyal, slow whine, with the top off
You lot so fun, never pop off
My Section Boyz, you know everything lock arff
Mad Max with the bad bitches
Hit the plug, he pull up with the packages
I be feeling like a narcissist
Flames coming out the chopper, like an arsonist
All around the world, everybody got a bando
Swear down, fam, everywhere I can go
You do it for the fame, nigga?
(Bitch ass nigga!)
I do it for the fam though, get me?
South of France, St Tropez
Back in Cannes, brought the white girl with me
DMT, THC
Mushroom T, whatever you need (party peo-), hit me
I'm just here turning up
Ooh, you know I got some bottles back at my place
Ooh
Whippin' (like a boss), winnin', winnin'
Strippin' (take it off), drippin', drippin' (ooh, yeah)
Whippin', whippin' (yeah), whippin', whippin' (oh)
Whippin', whippin' (oh, yeah), whippin', whippin'
(You know, you know) I'm whippin', whippin'
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know
Strippin', kissin'
I give that pussy a whippin'
You know (Like a boss)
" Love 2 Remember "
Why do we argue?
Why do we scream?
I wish it was better
I don't want you to leave
I'm tryna make peace, babe
These tears run down my face
So I close my eyes, but we both cry
And you say this is it, baby, baby
She say she tired of my shit, she wanna quit
The funny thing, I've been good to her, not doing shit
But she think that I've been fucking with Keisha, Latoya, and Lisa
Dirty Diana, Nicki, and Amber
Gotta be out of your damn mind
Tell me what's the deal with you?
There's something wrong, I feel it too
We hardly see each other and now you wanna talk about space
You changed, you wanna leave me now but you can't tell me
Why do we argue? Why do we scream?
I wish it was better, I don't want you to leave
So sick and tired of drinkin' this bottle
Contemplating a pill overdose
I think this one shot (Baow) will stop the pain (Baow)
Now I'm sleeping (Baow), I just wanted you to love me
Got myself on speed dial, 911
I got a hole in my heart, one bullet in the gun
Belly full of pills, running out of time
Sitting here waiting, just to say goodbye to my love
Farewell, I'm gonna miss you
You'll always go back to that day when I said, girl
Tell me what's the deal with you?
There's something wrong, I feel it too
We hardly see each other and now you wanna talk about space
You changed, you wanna leave me now but you can't tell me
Why do we argue? (Why?) Why do we scream? (We scream)
I wish it was better (Better), I don't want you to leave (Ooh, babe)
So sick and tired of drinkin' this bottle
Contemplating a pill overdose
I think this one shot (One shot, baow) will stop the pain (Stop the pain, baow)
Now I'm sleeping (Baow), I just wanted you to love me
This is a love to remember
Yeah, this is a love to remember
Don't cry, don't cry
We'll meet again once upon a time
This is a love to remember
(Want you to love, want you to love, want you to love)
Yeah, this is a love to remember
(Want you to love, want you to love, want you to love)
Don't cry, don't cry
(Want you to love, want you to love)
We'll meet again once upon a time
(Want you to love, want you to love)
Yeah
(Why do we argue?)
Yeah
(Why do we scream?)
Yeah
(I wish it was better, I don't want you to leave)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(So sick and tired of drinkin' this bottle)
(Contemplating a pill overdose)
(I think this one shot will stop the pain)
(Now I'm sleeping, I just wanted you to love me)