Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look at U, artist - nessly. Album song Still Finessin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 24 Karat Sound
Song language: English
Look at U |
| They was talkin', they was sayin', I was prayin' |
| They was talkin', I was payin' |
| All my dues, yeah, look at you, yeah |
| Take one look at me, you see how you should act |
| Take one look at me and take all that shit back |
| Now look at you, now look at you |
| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah |
| I won’t take no bullshit, bitch, it’s 2016 |
| You gon' pay me for that feature |
| I don’t want your fuckin' friendship |
| I ain’t never ask for favors so I never do no favors |
| I was plottin' way back when my dad used to live in Decatur |
| I’ma need a hunnid million and a front page of The Fader |
| Look at how those tables turned |
| You waitin' tables while I’m countin' paper |
| I ain’t really fuck with them niggas back in high school |
| Don’t go tell your kids that we was friends in fuckin' high school |
| Bitch, I wasn’t your type, cool, now my hunnids, tight, blue |
| Now whenever you DM me, I’m not gonna type you |
| Shit, I’m probably lyin', I would slide through for that top, ayy |
| I don’t trust nobody, put a sight view on my Glock, ayy |
| Michael Jordan, how I’m ballin', Michael Jackson with my moves |
| I was talkin' 'bout my plays, they say I’m walkin' on the moon |
| He braggin', say he did, say he came in with a silver spoon |
| Deserve a mansion |
| How I used to crash in different livin' rooms (yah) |
| They was talkin', they was sayin' (sayin') |
| I was prayin' (I was prayin') |
| They was talkin', I was payin' (yuh) |
| All my dues, yeah (all my dues, all my dues) |
| Look at you, yeah (take a look) |
| Take one look at me, you see how you should act (yuh) |
| Take one look at me and take all that shit back (ayy, look) |
| Now look at you, now look at you (yah) |
| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah |
| Yeah, I feel entitled, bitch, don’t throw me in no coach class |
| Niggas rappin' 'bout that Goyard, their girls in Coach bags |
| They say I spot that money, I got that and the most swag |
| Had to VVS, my Jesus, praises to the most high |
| My shooter in that burgundy but he don’t rep' no Roll Tide |
| When we out in Cali, drive that Lambo' like a low rider |
| Fuck an opp, tryna stop us, we gon' pop 'em like Flo Rida |
| And my shooter always with me in that foreign like a co-pilot |
| Better not try him, hothead like Ghost Rider |
| Niggas steal my raps so much, I should’ve been a ghostwriter |
| Nigga saw you scopin' like colloidal, almost died |
| Almost got dementia, I just pulled like 20 all-nighters |
| Let me say somethin' for the hoes that just don’t know |
| You was gettin' played by my bro, I was gettin' plays on OVO |
| She take off her open toes then ride me like a rodeo |
| I know a simple ho will buss' it, thinkin' that she finna glo |
| They was talkin', they was sayin' (sayin') |
| I was prayin' (I was prayin') |
| They was talkin', I was payin' (yuh) |
| All my dues, yeah (all my dues, all my dues) |
| Look at you, yeah (take a look) |
| Take one look at me, you see how you should act (yuh) |
| Take one look at me and take all that shit back (ayy, look) |
| Now look at you, now look at you (yah) |
| Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah |