Single / Track

Look At Me

Tinie Tempah•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Tell 'em that I run shit

Baby, show your good side

Send the boy a titty and a bum pic

Splittin' all the crumbs with my mum's kids

Promise I'mma get 'em out of Plumstead

You a sucker nigga, what?

Blowin' hella trees for the squad

You can't buy this steez in the shop

Pagans don't believe in the gods 'til it's judgement

Way up, lookin' like I'm on a substance

Got me like woo

She just look at me

I can make that pussy get emotional

They just look at me

Cause they know that nigga really local

Vocal, nigga really vocal

She wanna sniff and get her nose full

I wanna hit 'em with the hard shit

I wanna strip a little Pro Tool

Phone call, got a little phone call

Yeah, nigga got a little phone call

Said that she been waiting up for hours

And if you don't get your pussy, it's your own fault

Own fault, nigga, that's a whole sport

Yeah, little nigga, that's a whole sport

Man are playing no games here

Niggas ain't on no talk

Let me try and calculate it

Better get the calculators

Scales in a plastic bag

Nigga, that's the apparatus

Nigga think he calculated

Nigga 'bout to matinee it

Black boys, make you think that Bashy made it

Look at me

Nigga, just look at me, look at me

Picture me

You can see the crookedest crook in me

Just got this zoot on me

In the kitchen and I'm cooking up crookedly

Niggas talking 'bout ghost

Wait, did a nigga just whoopie me?

Why they gotta pretend they can do it like that?

That's what I've been tryna tell them, bro

There's no manners these days

Uh, jog food

Yeah, uh

Dark skin and she light brown

She wanna do it with the lights down

I tell a stripper, tell her lie down

I said this shit will never die down

Hustle on the streets to get the right pound

I just call you, take an Uber, make you fly down

Niggas tryna test a nigga if a nigga changed

Over Finch, Blackpool, this shit the nigga raised

Hope you niggas entertained

Tell 'em 'bout my first and my second name

Tell 'em 'bout my world records, set the record straight

In the car, bumpin' Mase with some pepper spray

No days off, even on my wedding day

For that spot, darg, I even seen the leopard chain

I'mma let you have it when I'm done with it

And that's gonna be in never, mate

Tell 'em that a legend never dies, legends never age

I was in the club, you was still drinking lemonade

I was here doing studio when it never paid

I was out buying Yeezys, they were selling J's

Now look at me

I bet you can't even look at me

Go on, gwan with your pooperie

Ayo, rudeboy, pass me the hookah, please