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Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Wayne - Look At Me

[Hook]
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman`s (Check out me)
Y`all dues money to ya
Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me)
I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me)
Cop them 28-inch Birdman`s (Check out me)
Big thighs with brown-eyes

[Verse 1]
It`s Lil Weezy for real
Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still
I got a good deal
I`m from a trill hood
I smoke real good
Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood
Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights
T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice
What that boy name
Birdman junior, huh
Fool was smile but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby
Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23
Rolling on hot 23`s
Tote a big glock 23
You`re looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans
My block living me
I want you to look hard at some easy money
Stop playing this is Weezy company
Uh-huh

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I`m the son of Cash Money
The fodd of the squad
And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky
Cuz I`m so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why
Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick
Looking for my roof where it went
Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed
Windows are the tint more wood than a bench
Working in the hood more green than the Grinch
Please don`t play cuz I`m connected like Sprint
Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end
Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim
It`s Lil Weezy
Sucking on my wrist real breezy
And this is what I say when you see me
Look, and leave your broad at home she get took
Cuz I`m a player hold the game by the book

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Some call me Weezy
But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne
In that booger-green lay like should`ve been Mace
Sweet, do speak when I should`ve put trays
Forget it I`ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze
So move over what you say shortie
We could do rent pussy
Normally I wouldn`t but beating through the Texas
And beating went to the A
Eat with desert fey
But yeah I`m on my way
Cuz I know he got that hay
Hey little mami
You a ghetto fire tin
You come to my post on the island
Come on that chronic
He-he empty vodka bottles
I be high he be drunk that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclining
When I stop rims don`t keep spinning they keep shining
Money don`t stop keep spinning and keep grinding
Cash Money what you hollering, huh

[Hook]

 

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