Look At Me Now- Karmin (This song is originally by Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, and Busta Rhymes, but I like the Karmin version better. It's a lot cleaner!!) I usually don't listen to rap, but this song is just so catchy!!
I don't see how you can hate from inside the club
You can even get in!
Hahaha, let's go!
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That stuff look like a toupee
What you get in 10 years I get in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
If you get what I get, What would you say?
He wax it on and off, Mr. Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari
Look at me now, look at me now
I'm geting paper
Look at me now, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a mo-what?
Lil jigga bigger than gorilla
'Cause i'm killing every jigga that be on my stuff
Better cuff your man if you want him, I can get him
Cause he accidentaly slip and fall on my crack
Oops I said on my crack
I ain't really mean to say on my crack
But since we talking about my crack
All you haters say hi to that
I'm done
No really though i'm not done
ay ay ay ay ay ay
'Cause I feel like i'm running
And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
But know that I don't and won't ever stop
Cause you know I gotta win everyday day,day
See they don't really really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never stop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
Oh you ain't ever gonna flop me
Every time I come a jigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that any little thing a jigga think he be doing
Cause it doesn't matter cause i'm gonna dadadada
Then i'm gonna murder everything and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lotta things, to make it clear to a couple jiggas
That i'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A jigga better call a ref, and everyone knows my style
And jiggas know that i'm the best when it comes 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 want to know what's next?
See the way we on it and we all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, don't try and keep up with the pace
Cause we stugglein and hustlein and sendin it and gettin it
And 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
Gotta know I gotta have it, have it
Look at me now, look out me now
I'm getting paper
Look at me now, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a mo-what?
Man forget these haters, how y'all doin?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nusciance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the stuff, no pollution or substitution
Now i'm chillin playing movies in my jacuzzi, fruit is juicy
I never give a damn about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with an elevator
You jiggas ain't eating, go tell a waiter
Marely said,"Shoot 'em," and I said "okay"
You on that bullsh_ _ then i'm like ole
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque De Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm outta yo head, yo 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 popin smile? Nothing five, and if they trippin forget 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive, these jiggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight
Yo i've been tight since "Guiding Light"
and my pockets are right and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy's gone
You peeps be scared 'cause i'm too wild, been here for a while
I was like no trial I put it down
I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now, oh
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now, look at me now
Yeah, freasher than a mo-what?
Okay,Okay
Is that right?
Fresher than a mo-what?
