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 on a bitch bruh bruh I know what people be saying
"god he look like he sell dope"

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

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

x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe 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 like I sell dope maybe hooks right
It be that its true maybe im at it too this on the mom
[ Plies Lyrics by Ben ]
I and me chatted too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a star get ur telescope
My shawty mama always at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a bread so it might trigga feds I tell they hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few 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 quarter million dollar
Look like I turned pro match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look I sell dope

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

x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe million dollar
Whip look like I turned pro match his shoes don't I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn like I sell dope. Ha!