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Chris Brown – Look At Me Now ft Lil Wayne & Busta Rhymes

Look At Me Now by Chris Brown


Prominent American singer, Chris Brown join efforts with Lil Wayne and Busta Rhymes to create this song titled “Look At Me Now”.

This intriguing and enthralling song is lefted out of the expanded edition of his hot selling album project called “F.A.M.E.” Which he officially released on 22 March 2011.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

DOWNLOAD Chris Brown Look At Me Now MP3


I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club

You can’t even get in!




Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin’

Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin’

Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupée

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


Look at me now, look at me now (Oh)

I’m gettin’ paper

Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)

Fresher than a muh’fucka


Lil’ nigga, bigger than gorilla

‘Cause I’m killin’ every nigga that can try to be on my shit

Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her

And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick

Oops, I said “On my dick”

I ain’t really mean to say “On my dick”

But since we’re talking about my dick

All of you haters say hi to it

I’m done


Ayo, Breezy

Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin’

When you’re doin’ that thing over there, homie

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Let’s go!


‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m runnin’

And I’m feelin’ 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 (Go)

See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow)

Just know that you will never flop me (Oh)

And I know that I can be a little cocky (No)

You ain’t never gonna stop me

Every time I come, a nigga gotta set it

Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it (Woo)

Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that

Any little thing a nigga think that he be doin’ (Ooh-ooh)

‘Cause it doesn’t matter, ’cause I’m gonna da-da-da-da (Damn)

Then I’m gonna murder everything and anything

A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, I gotta do a lotta things

That make it clearer to a couple niggas

That I always win and then I gotta get it again and again and then again

And I be doin’ it to death

And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref’

And everybody know my style and niggas know that I’m the best

When it come to doing this and I be bangin’ on my chest

And I bang in the East and I’m bangin’ in the West

And I come to give you more and I will never give you less

You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press

Do you really wanna know what’s next? (Let’s go!)

See the way we on and then we all up in the race

And you know we gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace

And we strugglin’ and hustlin’ and sendin’ in and gettin’

And we always gotta do it, take it to another place

Gotta taste it, and I gotta grab it

And I gotta cut all through this traffic

Just to be at the top of the throne, better know I gotta have it (Have it)


Look at me now, look at me now (Oh)

I’m gettin’ paper

Look at me now (Oh), look at me now (Yeah)

Fresher than a muh’fucka


Man, fuck these bitch-ass niggas, how y’all doin’?

I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance

I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three 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, dressed like a skater

Got a big house, came with an elevator

You niggas ain’t eatin’, fuck it, tell a waiter

Marley said “shoot ’em”, and I said “okay”

If you wanted bullshit, then I’m like, “¡Olé!”

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 than mine

(Nope) Not on my time, and I’m not even tryin’

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

CÎROC and Sprite on a private flight

Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light

And my pockets right, and my diamonds white

And my momma’s 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!


Look at me now, look at me now (Ha ha! Oh)

I’m gettin’ paper

Look at me now (Ha ha! Oh), look at me now (Yeah)

I’m fresher than a muh’fucka




Is that right?

I’m fresher than a muh’fu-!