Look at Me Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist
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[Intro]
I'm the kind of man that recognize talent
And when I find it, I put it to work
[Chorus]
Came through in a clean SS
Bucket seats with the beam on the TEC
Got a thing, Wu-Tang, protect your neck, bitch
Hahaha, ha, take a look at me, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho, yeah
Came through in a Benz S6
Drippin' water, nigga, wrist reckless
Ho was trippin', that was one less bitch, ho
Yeah, hahaha, take a look at me, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Take a look at me, ho)
[Verse]
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me (Yeah)
And my bitch got her tax check back
She gon' put a real nigga back on his feet (Yeah)
Used to ride in the clean A3
With the wood and the Louis V's on my seat (Yeah)
Motherfuck what you heard, when I ride in the 'Gar
Make a ho clean off her feet (Yeah)
Tell a bitch, "What you looking at?"
Soda with the cocaina, now I'm cookin' that
If that shit ain't locked up then we took it back
Niggas stretch it and press it, we pushin' that
When I stop selling crack, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, bitch, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, damn
I'm the kind of man that recognize talent
And when I find it, I put it to work
[Chorus]
Came through in a clean SS
Bucket seats with the beam on the TEC
Got a thing, Wu-Tang, protect your neck, bitch
Hahaha, ha, take a look at me, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho, yeah
Came through in a Benz S6
Drippin' water, nigga, wrist reckless
Ho was trippin', that was one less bitch, ho
Yeah, hahaha, take a look at me, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Take a look at me, ho)
[Verse]
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me (Yeah)
And my bitch got her tax check back
She gon' put a real nigga back on his feet (Yeah)
Used to ride in the clean A3
With the wood and the Louis V's on my seat (Yeah)
Motherfuck what you heard, when I ride in the 'Gar
Make a ho clean off her feet (Yeah)
Tell a bitch, "What you looking at?"
Soda with the cocaina, now I'm cookin' that
If that shit ain't locked up then we took it back
Niggas stretch it and press it, we pushin' that
When I stop selling crack, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, bitch, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, damn
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