Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look at Me Baby, artist - Spacejam Bo
Date of issue: 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 |