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look at me now (remix) - twista lyrics

[intro: chris brown]
i don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club
you can’t even get in
hahaha l’ego!

[verse 1: chris brown]
yellow model chick
yellow bottle sippin’
yellow lamborghini
yellow top missin’
yeah, yeah
that sh-t 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, hari-kari

[hook: chris brown]
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

[verse 2: chris brown]
lil n-gga, bigger than gorilla
cause i’m k!lling every n-gga that can try to be on my sh-t
better cuff your chick if you with her, i can get her
and she accidentally slip and fall on my d-ck
oops, i said on my d-ck
i ain’t really mean to say on my d-ck
but since we talking about my d-ck
all of you haters say hi to it
i’m done

[interlude: twista]
now let a track go past like this and twista not f-ck with it
y’all done lost your mind
let me show y’all how i do it
check it

[verse 3: twista]
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
f-ckin’ 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 patterns to k!ll her for currency when i’m be at ’em but i’mma be making ‘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, i’ll [?] your lyricist
i’ll be here forever
haters wanna hate on me because they wanna hear whatever
i could spit a rhythm to a b-tch and get her p-ssy wetter
pimpin’ on a b-tch and tell her i could get her p-ssy 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 n-gga if he talk sh-t
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 k!ll 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 place, i know they can’t leave me
think twista could k!ll ’em on a track with busta and breezy, weezy? easy!

[hook: chris brown]
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

[verse 4: lil wayne]
man, f-ck these b-tch -ss n-ggas, 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 sh-t, no, i’m pollution, no subst-tution
got a b-tch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, p-ssy 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 a elevator
you n-ggas ain’t eatin’, f-ck it, tell a waiter
marley said shoot ‘em, and i said okay
if you wanted bullsh-t 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, b-tch 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
whats poppin’ slime? nothin’ five, and if they trippin’ f-ck ‘em five
i ain’t got no time to shuck and jive, these n-ggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
ciroc and sprite on a private flight, b-tch i been tight since guiding light
and my pockets right, and my diamonds white
and my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead
you f-ggots 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, b-tch

[hook: chris brown]
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

[outro: chris brown]
okay, okay
is that right?
i’m fresher than a motherf-cker

- twista lyrics

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