Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look At Me Now , by - Karmin. Release date: 11.04.2011
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look At Me Now , by - Karmin. Look At Me Now |
| I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club |
| You can't even get in |
| Ha ha ha, Leggo |
| Yellow model chick |
| Yellow bottle sipping |
| Yellow Lamborghini |
| Yellow top missing |
| Yeah, yeah |
| That shit look like a toupee |
| 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, Mister Miyagi |
| And them suicide doors, Hari Kari |
| 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 motherfucker |
| Lil nigga bigger than gorilla |
| 'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit |
| Better cuff your chick if I want 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 talking about my dick |
| All of you haters say hi to it |
| I'm done |
| Ayo Breezy |
| Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling |
| When your doing that thing over there homie |
| Let's go! |
| 'Cause I feel like I'm running |
| And I'm feeling 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, day, go! |
| See they don't really wanna pop me (Blow!) |
| Just know that you never flop me (Oh!) |
| And I know that I can be a little cocky |
| 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 |
| Then I gotta blow and then I gotta shudder any little thing that nigga think he be doing |
| 'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna dadadada |
| Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing |
| I gotta do a lot of things, to make it clearer to a couple niggas |
| That I'm 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 foul |
| A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style |
| And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this |
| And I be banging on my chest |
| And I bang in the east, and I'm banging 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 can read it in the press |
| Do you really wanna know what's next? |
| Let's go |
| See the way we on and we all up in the race |
| And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace |
| And we struggling and hustling and sending it and getting it |
| And always gotta take it to another place |
| Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it |
| And I gotta cut all through his traffic |
| Just to be at the top of the throne |
| Better know I gotta have it, have it |
| 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 motherfucker |
| 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 |
| Dress 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 ole |
| 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 trying |
| 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 |
| Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight |
| Bitch I been tight since guiding light |
| And my pockets white, and my diamonds white |
| And my mommas 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 |
| Look at me now, look at me now |
| Oh, I'm getting paper |
| Look at me now |
| Oh, look at me now |
| Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker |
| Okay |
| Okay |
| Is that right? |
| I'm fresher than a motherfucker |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| No Flex Zone ft. Karmin | 2014 |
| Bang It Out ft. Karmin | 2013 |
| Bitch Better Have My Money | 2015 |
| Flex ft. Karmin | 2016 |
| What Do You Mean? | 2015 |
| Can't Feel My Face | 2015 |
| Riverbend | 2016 |
| Baby It's Cold Outside | 2015 |
| All I Want for Christmas Is You | 2016 |