Luyện nghe bài hát Look Like

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

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 look like I dope

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

x2]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell

Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son it look like look like 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 too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a then get ur telescope
My shawty mama looking at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it trigga feds I tell they hatin ass
I do like said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few so I can get a few hoes loso.

x2]
Big stones round my neck hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt his shoes don't I be styling
Bro be got damn look like I sell 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 threw so money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club nigga and if I ever go broke rob the plug nigga police
me he thank I sell chillzas all these 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 catch me some
12 noon im ridin quarter million car straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a d-boy buyin by the 2's talkin the fuckin joy
Fuck em by the 3's talkin bout fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed.

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