Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look at Me Baby , by - Spacejam BoRelease date: 16.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Look at Me Baby |
| Remember way back in the days |
| When homies they called me a junkie |
| I remember back in 7th grade |
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie |
| Don’t know how you getting paid |
| But imma go get me some money |
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |
| Remember way back in the days |
| When homies they called me a junkie |
| I remember back in 7th grade |
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie |
| Don’t know how you getting paid |
| But imma go get me some money |
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |
| I keep a gun on my side |
| A-A-Ask a lil bih «Wan ride?» |
| Thats a pole ready to slide |
| Tell em we gon be behind |
| I send a bar to yo head |
| Is go be a homicide |
| Have yo momma cryin' |
| Somebody son dying |
| Babygirl know I be lying |
| She say she luh me she lying |
| Tol her I take her home flying |
| My child want the world im buying |
| Want diamonds and pearls Im buying |
| Quite that jocien you nerds are lying |
| Milly rock on that curve me line |
| I remeber when 12 was spying |
| I was so homless was crying |
| Erbody had tol me stop trying |
| Now they wanna take pics I dont mind |
| I don’t trust you but gotta be kind |
| For my bro put my life on the line |
| Forever you know that im ridin |
| Forever you know that Im slidn |
| From that bag you can run but can’t hide |
| Remember way back in the days |
| When homies they called me a junkie |
| I remember back in 7th grade |
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie |
| Don’t know how you getting paid |
| But imma go get me some money |
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |
| Remember way back in the days |
| When homies they called me a junkie |
| I remember back in 7th grade |
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie |
| Don’t know how you getting paid |
| But imma go get me some money |
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |
| Old Money, New Money |
| I still got old hundreds |
| Six 0 Glock 40 |
| I still walk widd it on me |
| I used to ask papa for money |
| If he had it, he gave me a 20 |
| I used to steal cars |
| Now I thank the lord |
| I can walk around with a hundred large |
| From Rachet hoes to the Forein broads |
| I’m pullin' up in a foreign car |
| I’m just a street nigga |
| I stay with my pistol |
| I swear to god, that I am not a star |
| Was locked in that cell, going through hell |
| Remember I was countin' all them bars |
| Just for a twelve, I counted up twelve and I blow that shit with all my boys |
| This life that im livin |
| My bitches explicit I swea I came up from them trenches |
| You know I ain’t slippin' I stay with a glizzy |
| A nigga run up he ca get it |
| I completed my mission I played my role |
| Now nigga check out how im get it |
| See this shit where I play through the city |
| Ready ta die you know I ain’t trippin |
| Remember way back in the days |
| When homies they called me a junkie |
| I remember back in 7th grade |
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie |
| Don’t know how you getting paid |
| But imma go get me some money |
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |
| Remember way back in the days |
| When homies they called me a junkie |
| I remember back in 7th grade |
| My teacher, she called me a flunkie |
| Don’t know how you getting paid |
| But imma go get me some money |
| And I’ll get new money, don’t know what to do money |