CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Look At Me, Pt. 2*
Lyrics from Snippets
You a elf, huh
I'm like, "b*t*h, who is your mans?" Huh (Yuh)
Can't keep my bands in my pants, huh
My b*t*h don't love me no more, huh
Don't give a f**k, hit my dance, huh
We movin' sharp like a, huh, sharp like a muh'f**kin' lance, huh
Living down on Drury Lane
Muffin Man, b*t*h, I got dough on my hands
I get money, can tell from the stance
'Cause I do what I can, what they can't
Stayin' blessed, ain't no need to repent
'Cause I'm keepin' the metal like cans
They need glasses to see, Clark Kent
They gon' pass it to me, far-fetched
Gettin' cake like it's my Bar Mitz
And I used to sell the stank, armpits
sh*t can change, can tell by the garments
I just be drippin', resemble the garbage
Drip, I decorate, b*t*h, I'm a garnish
I know my name is what they wanna tarnish (Huh, huh, huh)
Scientist, I discovered the Abyss
I've been a soldier, I ain't need ever enlist
Out this b*t*h like a dislocated wrist
Fresh air, I'ma gulp from a Brisk
Look at the wrist, I be givin' them the mist
Like a cyst, money stifle like fist (What did you say, n***a?)
Get money, I will help you get the [?] (b*t*h ass n***a)
Who do you think you are? Who is asking me this? (What did you say, n***a? Yuh)
Mind this n***a?
You know what we doin' Sundays, my n***a
(What did you say, n***a?)
Yuh
Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps (Huh, huh)
Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps (Huh, huh)
Hot potato, tater tot
We gon' turn the clock
All I like to do, all I really do is
Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps
On Sundays, I like to smoke opps
What you say? f**k you mean? Intervene (Okay)
Whips got big bellies like it's been drinkin' motherf**king lean
All my boys is beast like I got Teen Titans on the team...
You a elf, huh
I'm like, "b*t*h, who is your mans?" Huh (Yuh)
Can't keep my bands in my pants, huh
My b*t*h don't love me no more, huh
Don't give a f**k, hit my dance, huh
We movin' sharp like a, huh, sharp like a muh'f**kin' lance, huh
Living down on Drury Lane
Muffin Man, b*t*h, I got dough on my hands
I get money, can tell from the stance
'Cause I do what I can, what they can't
Stayin' blessed, ain't no need to repent
'Cause I'm keepin' the metal like cans
They need glasses to see, Clark Kent
They gon' pass it to me, far-fetched
Gettin' cake like it's my Bar Mitz
And I used to sell the stank, armpits
sh*t can change, can tell by the garments
I just be drippin', resemble the garbage
Drip, I decorate, b*t*h, I'm a garnish
I know my name is what they wanna tarnish (Huh, huh, huh)
Scientist, I discovered the Abyss
I've been a soldier, I ain't need ever enlist
Out this b*t*h like a dislocated wrist
Fresh air, I'ma gulp from a Brisk
Look at the wrist, I be givin' them the mist
Like a cyst, money stifle like fist (What did you say, n***a?)
Get money, I will help you get the [?] (b*t*h ass n***a)
Who do you think you are? Who is asking me this? (What did you say, n***a? Yuh)
Mind this n***a?
You know what we doin' Sundays, my n***a
(What did you say, n***a?)
Yuh
Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps (Huh, huh)
Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps (Huh, huh)
Hot potato, tater tot
We gon' turn the clock
All I like to do, all I really do is
Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps
On Sundays, I like to smoke opps
What you say? f**k you mean? Intervene (Okay)
Whips got big bellies like it's been drinkin' motherf**king lean
All my boys is beast like I got Teen Titans on the team...
