Look At Me Now (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


Haha its to easy n*gga

I got a phone call from the moon like "Let's be honest out this b*tch
Boy, I been shining my whole life but you just blinding out this b*tch."
Then the sun got on the phone and got all modest out this b*tch
Like “Look Los, I don't want no problems, you the hottest out this b*tch.”
Superman sent me a text like “You the flyest out this b*tch
I ordered HBO jus to catch all the wires out this b*tch."
Got a letter that said "Quit." from all the liars out this b*tch
But then a e-mail from the truth said "f*ck them liars." out this b*tch
Every bar I spit be way over your head up out this b*tch
Spiderman said “Boy, you all over the web." up out this b*tch
Put blue ribbons round your casket, ’bout my bread up out this b*tch
I think my penpal is my pencil, I got lead up out this b*tch
Take your b*tch up out this b*tch then put a b*tch on top your b*tch
Then give your b*tch back cause you b*tching
Plus my b*tch could top your b*tch
Yeah, I reps that Baltimore and I’m so proud I’m out this b*tch
I think I’m better than you square cause I’m a problem out this b*tch
Look at me now
Last night Lola kissed me, told me I’m the greatest
She said "f*ck 'em baby, f*ck ‘em. Just 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
Cause 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 with 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
Cause I spit like a n*gga with a lisp and an overbite
f*ck you think I murder somethin’
b*tch I’m from the murder home
Where they keep a eagle and 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
Old pus*y ass, f*ck ass, lame ass n*gga
Mad he can’t f*ck my dame ass n*gga
Where they do that at, no dame ass n*gga
Deep down really mad cause he ain't that n*gga
Gotta a little fame, I'll chain that n*gga
Send the KKK to come hang that n*gga
Last 3 n*ggas in ya hood wore hoods
Cuz the crown ain’t safe in the hood, what's good?
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