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Look at Me Now Lyrics – Chris Brown feat. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes

    Look at Me Now is a popular song by Chris Brown featuring Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, from the 2011 album F.A.M.E.. Check words to Chris Brown Look at Me Now Lyrics in English below.

    Look at Me Now Lyrics – Chris Brown feat. Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes 

    [Intro: Chris Brown]
    I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club
    You can’t even get in!

    [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
    Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin’
    Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin’
    Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupée
    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

    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Look at me now, look at me now (Oh)
    I’m gettin’ paper
    Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
    Fresher than a muh’fucka
    [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
    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 “On my dick”
    But since we talkin’ about my dick
    All of you haters say hi to it
    I’m done

    [Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
    Ayo, Breezy
    Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin’
    When you’re doin’ that thing over there, homie
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Let’s go!

    [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
    ‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m runnin’
    And I’m feelin’ 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 (Go)
    See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow)
    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 (Woo)
    Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that
    Any little thing a nigga think that he be doin’ (Ooh-ooh)
    ‘Cause it doesn’t matter, ’cause I’m gonna da-da-da-da (Damn)
    Then I’m gonna murder everything and anything
    A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things
    That make it clearer to a couple niggas
    That I always win and then I gotta get it again and again and then again
    And I be doin’ it to death
    And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref’
    And everybody know my style and niggas know that I’m the best
    When it come to doin’ this and I be bangin’ on my chest
    And I bang in the East and I’m bangin’ 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 could 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
    And we strugglin’ and hustlin’ and sendin’ in and gettin’
    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 this traffic
    Just to be at the top of the throne
    Better know I gotta have it (Have it)
    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Look at me now, look at me now (Oh)
    I’m gettin’ paper
    Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
    Fresher than a muh’fucka

    [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
    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, dressed 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, “¡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, 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 tryin’
    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
    CîROC and Sprite on a private flight
    Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light
    And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
    And my momma’s 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 puts it down, I’m so Young Money
    If you got eyes, look at me now, bitch!
    [Chorus: Chris Brown]
    Look at me now, look at me now (Haha! Oh)
    I’m gettin’ paper
    Look at me now (Haha! Oh), look at me now (Yeah)
    I’m fresher than a muh’fucka

    [Outro: Chris Brown]
    Is that right?
    I’m fresher than a muh’fuc—!


    Writer(s): Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes

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