Look At Me Now Lyrics - Trey Songz

Whoaa, 

B-tch you know my name 

Leggo 

It's Mr. Tremaine 

Ladies love me, here go that new Trey 

Kiss and suck me, I call it toupee 

I got on Breezy sh-t, give my sh-t a break 

F-ck am I talking bout? Aye peedis get my spins up (?) 

Love faces, bottoms up 

Came straight from the bottom up 

Who you gon' find at the top of the charts that hot as f-ck and these broads'll f-ck? 

Ya'll n-ggas pick my garbage up 

Say my prayers, in god we trust 

Know I gotta lot of money so these n-ggas acting funny 

Gotta turn the Cadillac into an armor truck 

B-tch n-gga on the arm of her 

So I look her in her eye, start charming her 

Wanna know you very well, pretty skin caramel and a n-gga tryna bust that almond nut 

Chi-Town freak hoes, cold as a b-tch though 

Came in a trench coat, took it off, beach clothes 

Get naked, right this second 

Girl you ain't nothing but a bird, just peck it 

Watch full of carrots with a pocket full of lettuce 

While you hating n-ggas ride 87 I'm a let it 

I hope your sh-t break down, look at a n-gga now 

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Look at me now (x3) 

I'm getting paper 

VA I did it for ya'll 

but the two audemars I did it to ball 

High school couldn't keep me out the halls 

Pretty b-tch couldn't keep me out her draws 

Sh-tting on ya'll, treat the game like a star 

Drown in the water while you hang from my balls 

My clothes don't hang in the mall 

This sh-t fresh off from the plane from Milan 

Good head, can't name the salon 

But I swear I just came in her mind 

Gotta her high in the plane that I'm on 

Gave her two pills, don't blame me I'm wrong 

Why the f-ck they let me on this song? 

I don't even care who own this song 

Chris could've called me, man you should've called me 

Man, god damn I love this song 

Let's talk about the way I got on this John 

We was in the garage and I got on that bong 

A n-gga said Wayne went nuts 

And I think I went, what my nuts are over-grown 

I'm so high, I'm overblown 

Think I'm overdosing on 

My ego, I'm so lethal 

There's no equal, I'm so evil, No Knievel 

But I stunt hard, my front yard - got horses. 

Think that porches from midevil, 

There's no way this can be legal 

Two hundred while I'm blunted 

And her mouth just keep on running 

Cos the weave they've just done and 

so I told the b-tch to bun it 

Yea Zack, let the track drop 

Murder this sh-t like Black Ops 

Flag jackers and Claymores 

In this one year I done made more 

Then the whole existence is of yours 

N-gga just got my voice insured 

Yea, look at me now b-tch! 

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Look at me now (x3) 

I'm getting paper 

Look at me now (x3) 

Look at me now, b-tch!