Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look Like, artist - Charlie Sloth.
Date of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Look Like |
This is what it looks like from inside out |
When it’s time to go to war and your men ride out |
Then the money start coming in, you can’t hide out |
So you switch and get on the ready to die route |
The hole you dug for yourself is getting deeper |
Them hoes you love is just making a thug weaker |
You seed now, you don’t get the buzz off the reefer |
It was only the fuzz, now you running from the reaper |
Death toll rises, sleep without closing your eyelids |
Still reppin' both sides in Hackney |
East London get live in |
Until Speedy come home, we grindin' |
Went from one horse to another, we shinin' |
Ha, it was all good timin' |
Yeah, but we still living the crooks life |
JMC, Jadakiss, this what it looks like |
What it look like, money what it look like |
What it look like, honey what it look like |
What it look like, cuh what it look |
What it look like, yuh what it look like |
What it look like, money what it look like |
What it look like, honey what it look like |
What it look like, they wonder what it look like |
What it look like, what it look like |
It look like more gold around my neck than a Versace shirt |
I’ve got that chick doing that Rihanna twerk |
Brothers hate me and my brothers |
Cause the chicks they love, love me and my brothers |
Couple Nickis, menaging under covers |
Couple cameras, no Big Brothers |
A couple niggas really see my grind |
So they won’t begrudge me in a DB9 |
Forget the limelight, all I do is grind right |
Cause I already done seen too many nine nights |
The industry nearly tried to blackball |
Cause my sound underground like black wool |
lit up like Keano’s |
The food on the menu is kilos |
In the kitchen, trying to cook a blizzard |
Trainers DNA of a Lizard |
Y’all already know we getting them stacks |
In the UK all we doing is bridging the gaps |
So I’ma fly you over |
So we can talk business on the white cliffs of Dover |
In a black Range Rover |
Customs will search you, they try to hurt you |
We got a lot of pill and I ain’t talking 'bout the purple |
I’m on the Isle of White, sittin' on a Iisle of white |
JMC and Jadakiss is what it’s lookin' like |
Started from the bottom and I’m still here |
Know we started picking cotton, shit is real here |
Hit the target when I spot 'em, I go hard, have you forgotten? |
I walk over to the problem, «what's the deal here?» |
Niggas fuckin' kill it, told 'em it’s the come up |
Started off by doing robberies and run ups |
All that talking’s gonna make him lift his gun up |
Now all that talking went and got your bredrin bun up |
0 to 100, zero on the budget |
It don’t cost a thing to make your baby mother plug it |
Niggas hate my lyrics but their baby mothers love it |
You just bring her down, I come around and give her courage |
You just bad her up, I come around and give her rounds |
Niggas standin' up, I come around, they’re sitting down |
Yeah I’ve had enough, add it up I figured out |
You didn’t listen to me then, bet they listen to me now |