Look at Me Now Lyrics & Tabs by Los
Look at Me Now
guitar chords lyrics
[Los]
Umm haha ey yo Hecta I'm just gunna play with this one
You feel me no homo (legooo)
Haha its to easy n-gga
Los
I got a phone call from the moon like lets be honest out this bitch
Boy I been shining my whole life but you just blinding out this bitch
Then the sun got on the phone and got all modest out this bitch
Like "look los I dont want no problems, you the hottest out this bitch"
Superman sent me a txt like "you the flyest out this bitch"
I ordered HBO jus to catch all the wires out this bitch
Got a letter that said quit from all the liars out this bitch
But then a email from the truth said f-ck them liars out this bitch
Every bar I spit be way over your head about this bitch
Spiderman said "boy you all over the web about this bitch"
But then a email from the truth said f-ck them liars out this bitch
Every bar I spit be way over your head about this bitch
Spiderman said "boy you all over the web about this bitch"
Put blue ribbons round your casket 'bout my bread about this bitch
I think my penpal is my pencil I got led up out this bitch
Take your bitch up out this bitch then put her bitch on top ur bitch
Then give ur bitch back cuz u bitch and plus my bitch could top your bitch
Yea I reps that baltimore and I'm so proud I'm out this bitch
I think I'm better than you square cuz I'm a problem out this bitch
(Look at me now)
Hey it aint over baby look I'm goin' back in, um okay
Last night Lola kissed me told me I'm the greatest
She said f-ck em baby f-ck 'em, jus' go Kobe on them haters
So I went 24? s on the drop Chevy
Yellow paint purple guts n-ggas not ready
I kill every hater I spot in the room
Then go fill every crater they got on the moon
Cuz I feel I'm the greatest they gotta assume
That I'm bout to go, Carmelo, D-Wade, Kobe, Mike
Man I'm like the old Mike when I go to flight
And I'm like Mike Jack wit a show tonight
In other words This Is It you've been notified
Listen to this put your list in this order like
Los Los Los Los Los Los Los
Cuz I spit like a n-gga wit a lisp and an overbite
F-ck you think I murder sumthin'
Bitch I'm from the murder home
Where they keep a eagle in a shotgun
Like Mike Vick on 3rd and long
Man I think they heard it wrong
All that bullsh-t turn me on
Man f-ck that DJ turn it up
Like a n-gga from the A-town burn it up
Oh p-ssay f-ck ass lame ass n-gga
Mad he can't f-ck my dame ass n-gga
Where dey do that no dame ass n-gga
Deep down really mad cuz he aint that n-gga
Gotta a lil fame I chain that n-gga
Send the KKK to come hang that n-gga
Now its 3 n-ggas in your hood with hoods
Cuz the crown ain't safe in the hood whats good
