Lyrics Look at Me - Laganja Estranja , J. Tyler

Legs all the way up to my derrière
I got a face that should be featured up in Marie Claire
I put the song on play and it's very there
There's only one me and I'm very rare

I tell 'em own it just like Oprah, I ain't playing no controller
Okay, yeah, I got the gas, but no, you can't keep the motor
I pull up with the show, put-put-put me on a poster
No, put me in the spotlight, let me get that good exposure

Lipgloss is poppin', my J's are real cute, got all the size
You can count each cue (one, two, three)
All these diamonds are called a clear view
You can see me coming, windshield or the rear view

On fleek, I'm Gucci, I'm geeked
Hot couture from my head to my feet
You're retired, expired, have a seat
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!
I'm lit, I'm wild and free
Got my freak on like I'm Missy
You ain't got nothing on me
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!

All eyes on me, I'm talking highly sighted
Laganja makin' bangers, you can call me Miley Cyrus
I don't need the keys to the jeep, I'm the engine
I may be gettin' coin but you can still pay attention
You're frontin' over nothing 'cause I'm coming to the top (top)
You're bugging that I'm bumpin' it and hoping that I'll flop (flop)
Well, let me tell you something that I think that you forgot (forgot)
I'll kill you with my rhymes, then I'll hit a dip drop ('cause I'm-)

On fleek, I'm Gucci, I'm geeked
Hot couture from my head to my feet
You're retired, expired, have a seat
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!
I'm lit, I'm wild and free
Got my freak on like I'm Missy
You ain't got nothing on me
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!

Hey, Tyler!
I got the bars like I'm convicted on a felony (yeah)
I'm everything you need, all the others are accessories
Pocket full of green and I ain't walking 'round with jealousy
I am not a child but the music is my destiny
I just tee up then I'll do it to the letter (letter)
Go and try to find somebody that'll do it better (do it better)
I'm on the way up, B.S.E. is my propeller (propeller)
Ain't signed Jay-Z, but I can still Rockefeller
Don't really matter how you do it, don't you spin it
I'ma kill 'em with the venom 'cause I pin 'em when I pin it
It's J. Tyler and I'm winnin', it's only the beginning
I don't see the competition when I'm swingin' in the sinnin', ah

Uh, look at me
I got everybody shook, crookedly
Better take notes, university
Yeah, I'm hot but I ain't talking thermally
Uh, look at me
Shining like the diamonds on my jewelry
Dumbing on the beat I do it stupidly
But I do it when I do it, it's done beautifully

On fleek, I'm Gucci, I'm geeked
Hot couture from my head to my feet
You're retired, expired, have a seat
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!
I'm lit, I'm wild and free
Got my freak on like I'm Missy
You ain't got nothing on me
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!

Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!

Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me!