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lil boosie – look at me now lyrics

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[verse 1:]
now i’m a keep gettin money keep rockin shows if you think that it’s impossible i’m a make you b-tch n-gg-s believe and i shocked the world you n-gg-s ain’t ready you pillow talkin with these hoes i’m on the grind gettin fetti they say i’m on ecs, i sip syrup, i flip birds but n-gg- i be chillin with my little girl in a whole ‘nother world but look at my fit, look at my b-tch, look at my wrist, my charger got full blown a’s yeah my sh-t is sick boosie this boosie that well boosie keep a thirty strap my dawg he shot the murder gat but boosie took the murder wrap and bail money to me like leaf on a tree it’s plenty more where that came from better ask my n-gg- tee my n-gg- youngster got me backed up the click den got strong head bussa got some days but wait till donkey come home i’m so anxious to hit the top it’s a shame that’s why i ont understand how these rap n-gg-s be playin them games i’m from the hood where the good grow daily these n-gg-s start hatin when i rolled my first
mercedes most of em congratulate me but f-ck dem my family dey glad i made it ice all over my body now i’m acting baby.

[chorus:]
look at me now you mad but n-gg- look you mad but n-gg- look you mad but n-gg- look you mad b-tch look at me now when i ain’t have sh-t it won’t all this mad sh-t look at me now you mad but n-gg- look you mad but n-gg- look you mad but n-gg- look you mad b-tch look at me now when i ain’t have sh-t it won’t all this mad sh-t

[verse 2: big head]
guess who in the building you already know while you dolla stack paper mine already grow big head the dome doctor the father of flow young disciples let me in cause god at the door don’t get mad cause i’m grammy and i started ya hoe pimp a smile when you see me wipe the sweat off your robe walk on bright street and then ripple walk to the store take a picture if my chain got you watchin me whoa. if you holla i’m a holla back that’s for sho but i got enough friends i ont need no more i’m ligate boo i ain’t gotta speed no more all cush i ont smoke regular weed no mo you under me my nig i ont scoop that low you probably die when you see a big coupe that glow i emerged from the suit kitchen now i got a new kitchen why ont you look for my top because my roof missin

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[verse 3:]
i went from bottle chains to diamond rings went from eatin out a corner stores to poppa do’s went from recording da trillest man with neutral acts to recording sh-t with mannie fresh on crucial tracks you need to get like that ya stupid -ss n-gg- and get on ya sh-t and er’time you playa hate the sicker i get look at me now n-gg- i’m lookin good you can tell i ain’t from round here if i ain’t in baton rouge n-gg- look at me now i’m the sh-t on the streets if i ain’t in yo cd you better start f-ckin with me i’m up in the streets so i know when a n-gg- discussin lil b and i ont never pay for p-ssy i’m f-ckin em free my att-tude gangsta i never change i’m the real deal holyfield up in this game get ya bread maintained that’s the motto crystale off the bottle actin bad in the tower while they swallow n-gg- look at me now.

[chorus]



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