Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look Me in My Eyes, artist - Vado. Album song Sinatra, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: dmg
Song language: English
Look Me in My Eyes |
| All I wanted was my time flooded |
| And to be one the next TIME cover |
| These niggas don’t know the grind of it |
| Far as painting pictures, I let my mind brush it |
| You never know a man till you play cards with him |
| Could even show his hand if you play smart with him |
| Casino game in the park with him |
| Chess table, black label, sippin' dark with him |
| Surrounded by OG’s and old fiends |
| High dub, like sittin' in the nose bleeds |
| In the half I move the whole thing |
| There’s no thing make a sound on every phone ring |
| Get a little fame, they gon' hate |
| See you in a chain they gon' say your cross fake |
| Success is a due, you can pay it just cost fate |
| I need me a hit, Get Wayne the walls' draped |
| Look me in my eyes, I was built for this |
| Got a hundred guns on me, don’t get killed for this |
| Niggas say they riding, you ain’t riding on my will for this |
| If I die, hope the lord forgive this shit |
| Look me in my eyes, I’mma keep it 100 |
| I see you fuckbois coming, look me in my eyes |
| Drummer hold a hundred, now you fuckbois running |
| Look me in my eyes |
| Pull a Bentley to the block, ribbon on the hood |
| Just to let you niggas know who winning in the hood |
| Got the Benz, got the Rolls, the Acura Audi |
| 12 mill on the floor, she vacuuming around it |
| I’m at that big money Pacquiao payout |
| Hit Puff for a mill on the way out |
| Me and Pharrell charter jets from the same boy |
| Swear to God I had the SK in the clearport |
| Double M, we’re known to hit your ass up |
| Shooters jumping out of their mask like we Daft Punk |
| Fat Trel, Stalley, nigga (Rockie Fresh!) |
| We the best, real nigga, rally nigga |
| No need to front, these hoes know me |
| I’m Kobe, I’m know for scoring a bunch |
| Having a bunch in the Plaza, top floor on the Trump |
| What you grabbed the whole year, I bagged more in a month |
| Hah, that’s right I’m mad nice |
| Posted in front of corner stores like bag ice |
| I know your whore, she blow the horn like bagpipes |
| I’m in baby’s shit, cleaned up like ass wipes |
| Bugatti parked, be Gotti sharp |
| Like the Tin Man, steel on me without a heart |
| Been with them soldiers, boy, before Collipark |
| Surrounded by sharks in the ocean with body parts |