Lookinood lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Lookin Good lyrics (*talking*) What s up, ah ha, come on Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa Will On the track come on [Choppa] Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada Choppa Style came from nothing, to having some change Now everybody s in my face, wanting to look at me strange Now I ain t even got a Range yet, but that s alright baby Cause I ain t got my change yet, and I ain t nice And I ain t right, and I ain t flipping chicks But I ain t really nothing nice, when I m spitting hits You feel this shit, then won t you bob your head back and forward And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and sco it You see me, I m low key, cause I got this And Choppa style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits I can t wait, till I m living lavage, call me Choppa Tim Smooth, cause I gotta have it And this not for a career, it s all for fun And I m not from St. Louis, but I m number one, I m number one [Chorus: Jahbo - 2X] Girl you looking good, come and ride with me Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them Prada jeans So won t you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me Bend it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me [Choppa] I got your head board banging, ooh la-la-la When I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop I m making it hot, coming through and breaking your twat Don t you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I ain t gonna stop You say you wanna get served wobble, so I m gon find you You say you wanna hot boy, with a condo How you like it, from the back or your legs in the air You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just don t care Cause I ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog I ma make you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off To you fat girls, I don t discriminate on y all If you can break me with your wiggle, I ll do you like a dog I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin Cause Choppa s like Popeye s chicken, you gotta love him The next time you think, that you won t get served proper I got your head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa [Chorus - 2X] [Choppa] I want a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what) Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck A attitude sometimes, but not a project child But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project style And she walk like a model, when she up in them streets Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet She don t hang with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad They already know the difference, it s lust they got it bad She don t listen to, what you say bout me and them broads She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart ain t gon stop I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman I ll watch And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain t got nothing on me Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see Oh, you wonder how she really got that mark on her chest Ask your girl, she ll probably tell you, but that ain t nothing but mess [Chorus - 4X] song lyrics