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Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne e Busta Rhymes, “Look At Me Now”, dategli un’occhiata…

Mamma guarda come sono diventato: "Look At Me Now", sono pieno di grano e me la rappo da paura.

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Pubblicato il 23 settembre 2013, alle ore 21:36

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Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne e Busta Rhymes, “Look At Me Now”, dategli un’occhiata…
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Ascoltare “Look At Me Now” di Chris Brown in featuring con Lil Wayne e Busta Rhymes è un po’ come andare alla fiera dell’extrabeat. Velocissimi e fluidi con le metriche, alternate a suoni spezzati e minimali, che “vanno un casino quest’anno” (cit.). Ché in verità vanno un casino da anni (il pezzo è del 2011). Loro son gente che fa cash. E per farne altro racconta che fa cash. Sempre fresh…

Il video è bello street-classic, con spray, tag, macchine, ragazze, homies, fumo e luci notturne. E tanto giallo zarro. Come piace ai giovini.

Il testo qui sotto:

[Chris Brown:] 
Yellow model chick 
Yellow bottle sipping 
Yellow Lamborghini 
Yellow top missing 
Yeah yeah 
That shit look like a toupee 
 
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days 
Ladies love me 
I’m on my cool J 
If you get what I get what would you say 
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi 
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari 
 
[Hook:] 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Oh, I’m getting paper 
Look at me now 
Oh, look at me now 
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker 
 
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla 
Cause I’m killing every nigga that 
Try to be on my shit 
Better cuff your chick if you with her 
I can get her 
And she accidentally slip fall on my dick 
Ooops, I said on my dick 
I ain’t really mean to say on my dick 
But since we talking about my dick 
All of you haters say hi to it 
I’m Done 
 
[Busta Rhymes:] 
Ayo Breezy 
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling 
When your doing that thing over there, homie 
Let’s go 
Cause I feel like I’m running 
And I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away 
Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop cause 
You know I gotta win everyday day, goooo 
See they don’t really wanna pop me 
Just know that you never flop me 
And I know that I can be a little cocky, nooo 
You ain’t never gonna stop me 
Everytime I come a nigga gotta set it then I got it going 
Then I get it, than I blow, Than I shudder any little thing, 
A nigga think that he be doing cause it doesn’t matter cause I’m gonna dadadada 
Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing 
I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple niggas 
That I’m always winning and I gotta get it again and again and again 
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul 
A nigga better call a REF, and everybody know my style 
And everybody know I’m the best, when it come to doing this and I’m banging on my chest 
And I bang in the east and I bang in the west 
And I come to give you more and I never give you less 
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press 
Do you really wanna know what’s next, let’s go 
See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know 
We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace 
We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in 
And always gotta take it to another place 
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it 
And I gotta cut all throught his traffic 
Just to be at the top of the throne 
Better know I gotta have it 
 
[Hook:] 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Oh, I’m getting paper 
Look at me now 
Oh, look at me now 
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker 
 
[Lil Wayne:] 
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas how ya’ll doin? 
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges 
I don’t eat sushi, I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution 
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy 
I never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar 
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator 
You niggas ain’t eatin, fuck it, tell a waiter 
Marley said shoot em, and I said ok, 
If you wanted bullshit then I’m like olay, 
I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak 
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil 
That’s word to my flag, and my flag red 
I’m out of my head, bitch I’m outta my mind from the bottom I climb 
You ain’t hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I’m not even trying 
What’s poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin fuck em five 
I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie 
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight 
Bitch I’m enticing, guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white 
And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead 
You faggots scared cause I’m too wild, been here for a while 
I was like fuck trial I puts it down 
I’m so young money if you got eyes look at me now bitch 
 
[Hook:] 
Look at me now, look at me now 
Oh, I’m getting paper 
Look at me now 
Oh, look at me now 
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker

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