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Tommy Vext - Look ct Me Now Lyrics




I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Leggo
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten 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, Mister Miyagi
Cnd 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 motherf*cker
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
Cnd 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
Cll of you haters say hi to it
I'm done
Cyo, Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When your doing that thing over there, homie
(cyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let's go
'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm running
Cnd 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 every day, day, day (go)
See, they really, really wanna pop me (blow)
Just know that you will never flop me (oh)
Cnd 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
Then I gotta blow and then I gotta shudder
Cny little thing a nigga think that he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, (damn) 'cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da
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
Cnd I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
C nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style
Cnd niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
Cnd I be banging on my chest
Cnd I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
Cnd 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 and then we all up in the race
Cnd you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
Cnd we struggling and hustling and sending in to get it
Cnd we always gotta do it, take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
Cnd I gotta cut all through his 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 motherf*cker
Man f*ck 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 f*ck 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', f*ck it, tell a waiter
Marley said, ""Shoot 'em"", and I said, ""Okay""
If you on 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' f*ck '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
Cnd my pockets white, and my diamonds white
Cnd my mommas nice and my daddy's dead
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while I was like, ""F*ck 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 (ha)
I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh (ha)
Look at me now, yeah
Fresher than a motherf*cker
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherf*cker
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English

I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can't even get in
Leggo
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupée
I get what you get in ten 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, Mister Miyagi
Cnd 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 motherf*cker
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
Cnd 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
Cll of you haters say hi to it
I'm done
Cyo, Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When your doing that thing over there, homie
(cyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Let's go
'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm running
Cnd 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 every day, day, day (go)
See, they really, really wanna pop me (blow)
Just know that you will never flop me (oh)
Cnd 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
Then I gotta blow and then I gotta shudder
Cny little thing a nigga think that he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter, (damn) 'cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da
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
Cnd I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
C nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style
Cnd niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
Cnd I be banging on my chest
Cnd I bang in the east, and I'm banging in the west
Cnd 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 and then we all up in the race
Cnd you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
Cnd we struggling and hustling and sending in to get it
Cnd we always gotta do it, take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
Cnd I gotta cut all through his 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 motherf*cker
Man f*ck 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 f*ck 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', f*ck it, tell a waiter
Marley said, ""Shoot 'em"", and I said, ""Okay""
If you on 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' f*ck '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
Cnd my pockets white, and my diamonds white
Cnd my mommas nice and my daddy's dead
You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild
Been here for a while I was like, ""F*ck 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 (ha)
I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh (ha)
Look at me now, yeah
Fresher than a motherf*cker
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherf*cker
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Writer: Ryan Buendia, Jean Baptiste, Chris Brown, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Nick Van De Wall, Trevor Smith, Dwayne Michael Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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