Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Used Look Up To You, artist - Nick Cannon. Date of issue: 11.01.2020
Song language: English
Used Look Up To You |
| Hollywood Bangerz |
| Never thought I’d see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk |
| Fuck you, man |
| Yo, chill |
| No, fuck chill |
| You gotta snatch some collars and let them motherfuckers know you there to take |
| them out |
| Any time you feel like it |
| You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner |
| Get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to |
| Otherwise, you ain’t shit |
| You might as well be dead your damn self |
| Tryna tell me I ain’t shit? |
| I ain’t tryna tell you shit |
| I’ll tell your mama you ain’t shit |
| If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy |
| Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy |
| My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas |
| You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy |
| I’ve been dealing with problem after problem |
| How you his artist, ain’t starvin'? |
| I know you shot before a target |
| Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall |
| Turn up on 'em like I’m off a molly |
| Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy |
| Fuck 'em all, no condom |
| Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry |
| I been really coolin' in a mansion |
| Shorty on me, said my diamonds dancing |
| Bend her over, hit her with the cannon |
| Take that pussy to another planet |
| Talk about me, I don’t understand it |
| All these haters on me 'cause I’m feeding families |
| Money on his head, nobody know what happened |
| If you pull up on me, then you know we clappin' |
| I could take your bitch and put her on a mattress |
| Boy, you love to make love, she want it faster |
| Niggas out here tweetin' like they been a savage |
| Dick ridin' lil' Marshall Mathers |
| Had to put on my turban like I’m Aladdin |
| Niggas out here cappin', Black Lives Matter |
| We don’t ever see you, boy, you like a shadow |
| Got him curling up, armadillo |
| Pillow talking leave you on a pillow |
| Nigga, come get a job from me |
| We got somethin' that’ll fix the issue |
| Bring that Wild’n Out chick with you |
| You switched up on me like I was against you |
| Fuck that bitch unless she been official |
| Damn, I thought you 'posed to been a legend |
| Now that boy all up in his feelings |
| If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy |
| Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy |
| My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas |
| You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy |
| I’ve been dealing with problem after problem |
| How you his artist, ain’t starvin'? |
| I know you shot before a target |
| Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall |
| Turn up on 'em like I’m off a molly |
| Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy |
| Fuck 'em all, no condom |
| Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry |
| I lost some bitches that said they was with me |
| I lost some niggas, them niggas was bitches |
| Kept it cool, never did it for attention |
| Never had a gimmick, always been the realest, yeah |
| Used to call niggas big bro and shit |
| Look up to niggas, they on phony shit |
| Talkin' crazy 'bout me, I ain’t notice shit |
| Should’ve seen the fake, but I ain’t notice it |
| I don’t owe you, you don’t owe me shit |
| I bounce right back on 'em, I Kobe shit |
| Actin' like niggas ain’t told me shit |
| Fuck all that, fuck all that friend and that homie shit |
| Niggas ain’t fuckin' with me, they don’t know what to do |
| Pull up with the gang, that shit NCredible |
| If you my mans, then I never front on you |
| Not for no ho, see, that I won’t ever do |
| Niggas sneak dissing, but that shit is federal |
| Thought you was solid, you soft as an edible |
| 'Posed to make the money, but money makin' you |
| All your old music, we used to relate to you |
| Why you hate on me, cuz? |
| I never hate on you |
| Niggas talk about you, I would debate on you |
| Sold all them albums but numbers don’t make you move |
| These niggas fake |
| If I was a shorty, I wouldn’t look up to y’all niggas, ayy |
| Whole lot of fu' fuck shit, I can’t fuck with y’all niggas, ayy |
| My loyalty run deep, just know I’m stuck with my niggas |
| You probably dead, bullet in your head, leave it all up to my niggas, ayy |
| I’ve been dealing with problem after problem |
| How you his artist, ain’t starvin'? |
| I know you shot before a target |
| Thought it was easy, bye-bye to G Marshall |
| Turn up on 'em like I’m off a molly |
| Lift him like a dolly, hit him with the shotty, ayy |
| Fuck 'em all, no condom |
| Fuck it, I’ll never say sorry |
| Hollywood Bangerz |
| Used to look up to y’all niggas |
| Damn, used to look up to y’all niggas |
| Used to look up to y’all niggas, ayy |
| Damn, I used to look up to y’all niggas |
| Now, y’all just a bunch of fuck niggas |