Karaoké I Look Good Chalie Boy

On my mama on my hood

I look fly

I look good

Touch my swag wish you could

I look fly

I look good

On my mama on my hood

I look fly

I look good

Touch my swag wish you could

I look fly

I look good

I look good

I look good

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Hundred on a neckware fifty on a stop-watch

Staring at the diamonds make ya bust it, baby, hop-scotch

Over here to my spot say she wanna party

I do it big, baby like my L.R.G

Show the Ed Hardy when

I'm feeling like a rock band

Eighty-seven jeans and white-T when on the block man

J's still rocking

Forces still moving

Chuck Taylor's killing

Adidas still grooving

Locs on my face but that's just the front

Take 'em off and show the hazels when I wanna stunt

Get ya high like a blunt rollin' up the best

Fruity Pebbles got her hands rolling up my chest

With me you don't wanna mess mane, touch my swag

Thousand dollar bandanna make you throw the white flag

Get into the whip game momma had the bread

Paint grain want me to swang bang and make ya mad mane

On my mama on my hood

I look fly

I look good

Touch my swag wish you could

I look fly

I look good

I look good

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Ballin' is a drug that I don't mind abusing

Gucci on my body

Jaywalking in the fusions

Hit the La-Tex, get it poppin' in the lusions

Tell ya right now plexing catch contusions

Cool as a fan hot like a flame

Boys throwin' Haterade on me still ain't a stain

Double shots rain hand on Patron

Round of that white it all depend what you on

Shawty jocking my cologne

Creed will make ya hurt

Three hundred a bottle thirty dollars for a squirt

Got you sweatin' out ya shirt you can get the biz

Somethin' on ya mind, what it do

What it is

Can't close your eyelids see the fit and the fitted

Yeah, I'm guilty of ballin' but I bet I'll get acquitted

Gone in a minute you probably hate though

I put it in ya face bro, I stay throwed

On my mama on my hood

I look fly

I look good

Touch my swag wish you could

I look fly

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good

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Shawty's in the club, yeah

I see a lot of beep, beep

Gucci and Nichay and B.C.B.G

Dolce & Gabbana, oh I want 'em, mama, pardon me

Rockin' your Republic Apple

Bottom in that AR and B

Slowly to some R&B think we need some R&R

Take me to the V.I.P. and drive me like a Farram car

Poppin' my purple label

Ralph Lauren collar

Look like money smell like dollars

Shawty look sexy smell like Prada

Christian Louboutins makin' hating hoes holla

Pop a Grey Goose bottle and let's carry on

Grip ya Baby Phat and

Trojan man carry me home

Thuggin' make ya mama moan got a Blackberry phone

Tryna catch me slidin' in a House of Dereon

Ya make the band like Sean Combs too fly to be shown

C.H.A.L.I.E. I'm gone, mane

On my mama on my hood

I look fly

I look good

Touch my swag wish you could

I look fly

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good

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I look good

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On my mama on my hood

I look fly

I look good

Touch my swag wish you could

I look fly

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good

I look good