Look At Me Now

Chris Brown

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    I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
    You can't even get in
    Hahahaha
    Lego

    Yellow model chick
    Yellow bottle sipping
    Yellow Lamborghini
    Yellow top missing
    Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee, hey
    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, 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 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
    Ops, 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 rolling when you're doing that thing over there, homie
    (Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, ey)
    Let's go

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    'Cause I feel 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, day (go)
    See, they really really wanna pop me (no)
    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
    Then I gotta blow
    And then I gotta shudder any little thing
    That nigga think that he be doing
    'Cause it doesn't matter
    'Cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da
    Then I'm gonna murder everything
    And anything, a badaboom, a badabing
    I gotta do a lot of things
    And make it clearer to a couple niggas
    That I'm always winning
    And I gotta get it again and again and then again

    And I'll 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 I'm the best
    When it comes to doing this
    And I'll be banging on my chest
    And I bang in the east
    And I bang 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
    And then we all up in the race
    And you know we gotta go
    Don't try to keep up with the pace
    We struggling and hustling
    And sending in to 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 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 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 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 olay
    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'm enticing
    Guiding light
    And my pockets white
    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 put 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
    (I'm) fresher than a motherfucker

    Okay
    Okay
    Is that right?
    I'm fresher than a motherfucker

    Song details

    Composition: Busta Rhymes, Lil Wayne, Diplo, Chris Brown, Jean Baptiste Kouame, Afrojack, and Ryan Buendia

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