Texty:
L A Guns Don T Look At Me That Way

veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me that way Yeah, I did not fake it Don't look at me that way A circle feels like a direction And I

on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my way

to relax but I can't I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up, that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the

, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets

? ere sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say i do it big that's the only way (ay

don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all

and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah, yo Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a

L O L O Dey Know Dey Know [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne] (HA) Now what I look like And if it ain't money then I don't look right And that don't sound right I

SP Killer, L O X, L O X, motherfucker Niggas, don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits, none of that shit We gonna R U double F R