Look At Me Know chords by Busta Rhymes, Chris Brown
Verse 1
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I don't see how you can hate
from my side of the club,
you can't even get in, leg out
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Yellow model check, yellow bottle sippin'
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Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin'
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Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee
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I get what you get in ten years,
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in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wacks it all off, Mr. Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Arikari
Look at me now, look at me now,
oh I'm gettin' paper
Look at me now, oh,
look at me now, yeah
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Fresh to the, oh, fuck
Lil' nigga bigger than gorilla
cause I'm killin' every nigga
that can 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
Oops, I said, on my dick
I ain't really mean to say it on my dick
But since we talkin' about my dick
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All of you here to say hi to it I'm done
Hey, old breezy
Let me show you how to
keep the dice rollin'
When you're doin' that thing over there,
homie
Let's go!
Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
And I'm feelin' like I
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gotta get away
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Get away, get away
Better know that I don't
And I won't ever stop
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Cause you know I gotta win every day, day
Go! See that we really wanna pop me
Go! Just know that you will never flop me
Go! And I know that I
could be a little cocky
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You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a n***a gotta set it
Then I gotta go in and I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow it and I gotta shred it
Any little thing a n***a
think that he be doing
Cause it doesn't matter
cause I'm gonna
Da -da -da -da -da -da
Then I'm gonna murder
everything and anything
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A -bada -boom, a -bada -bing
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I gotta do a lot of things to make it clearer
To a couple n****s
that I 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 fowler
N***a better call a ref
And everybody know my style
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N****s know that I'm the best
When they come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and
I bang it in the west
And I kinda give you more now
I never give you less
You will hear it in the street
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or you can read it in the press
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Do you really wanna know
what's next?
Let's go
See the way we on it
and we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go now
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try to keep up with the pace
And we struggling and hustling
to set it and to get it
And we always gotta do it,
take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
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And I gotta cut all through this traffic
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Just to be at the top of the throne
But I know I gotta have it
Look at me now
Look at me now, oh
I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh
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Look at me now, yeah
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And fuck these bitch -ass niggas,
how y 'all doin'?
I'm LeTouche, 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 air movies
in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never give a fuck about a hater,
got money on my radar
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Dressed like a skater, got a big house,
came with an elevator
You niggas ain't eatin',
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fuck a teller waiter
Marley said, shoot him, and I said, okay
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If you want that bullshit, then I'm like, ole
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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,
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I'm out of my mind
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From the bottom, I climb,
you ain't holler than mine
Nope, not on my time,
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and I'm not even try in'
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What's poppin', slime?
Nuttin' five
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And if they trippin', fuck them five
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I ain't got no time to shuck and job
These niggas this sweet as pumpkin pie
So I can sprite on a private flight, bitch
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I've been tight since God in life
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And my pockets right,
and my diamonds white
And my mama's nice,
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and my dad is dead
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You faggots scared, cause I'm too wild
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Been here for a while, I was like, fuck trial
I put it down, I'm so young,
money if you got eyes
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Look at me now, bitch
Look at me now
Look at me now
I'm gettin' paper,
look at me now,
look at me now, yeah
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I'm fresher than a mother
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fucker
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Okay, okay
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Is that right?
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I'm fresher than a motherfucker
Look At Me Know
Busta Rhymes, Chris Brown
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