Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me out of these big wheels*
They be seing all these diamonds on a bruh bruh I know what people be saying
"god damn he like he sell dope"

Big round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I dope

Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po with that choppa in it
Look my porshe be shopping it got new shoes on it almost
Look good as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50
100 karet bracelet it me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty and jeezy's watch is fresh denim
Cost half a stack got some denim cost me half a crack
out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I sell dope.

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Big stones my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look I sell dope

Loso I still got that d-boy me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look I sell dope maybe this hooks right
It could be that its maybe im at it too this on the mom
[ Plies Lyrics by Ben ]
I rich and me chatted too I aint selling dope baby im
Hope you can see im a star then get ur telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it might trigga feds I tell they ass
I do like biggie rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso.

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Big stones round my neck bb's hoe million dollar whip
Look like I pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I dope

Whats up bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the fuck you thankin I look like a drug dealer that what my
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga so much money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club nigga and if I go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga police
Followin me he thank I sell chillzas all these on me thank they come from the kitchen
Ask me where im going told em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me bitches
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood nigga like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin the fuckin bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a d-boy by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy
Fuck em by the 3's bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed.

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Big stones round my neck hoe quarter million dollar
Whip like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got look like I sell dope. Ha!