Product Entertainment, Snow Tha Product - Look lyrics

Claudia Feliciano [Claudia Alexandra Madriz Meza]

[Product Entertainment, Snow Tha Product - Look lyrics]

Aight, look man i'm in this shit for real
So when I come in this motherfucka'
I want you out of my fuckin' way
Don't spill my shit man
I'm tellin' you right now, dawg
Just don't spill my shit, aight?!

Look, look, hold up a motherfuckin' sec
I just came in
And these niggas need to show me my respect
I'm like, hold up, better not spill my drink
Lookin' saucy, and I'm flossin'
Diamonds up on every link

I'm like look, look, hold on
Like motherfuckin' quick
I've just walked up in
I got mean mugged by every other bitch
I'm like, hold up
You better not spill my drink
Lookin' saucy, and I'm flossin'
Diamonds up in every link

Nigga, I don't think you wanna catch the fade
If you make me spill my drink
Get this 40 to your face
I'ma make you get a taste of
The heat that I carry
I'm that dude that got your stupid
Ass runnin' cause you scared
I've just walked in
Lookin' saucier than a motherfucka'
Pullin' everything inside from sluts to
The ones that stuck up
I'm the one that get all
Fucked up niggas wanna hang
But when I run to their place
Every nigga gonna shake
And you gon' feel bass when that whip drive
I know your bitch already seen
Me cause my shit shine
Now your bitch eyes lookin' at me
Talkin' 'bout after? can we share a taxi
I'm like what you can't see I'm way too soft
Product representer, yeah bitch, I'm the boss
So of course
Fuckin' with me you gon' get get taxed
Ask Freddy
What will happen if you spill my yack
(Get slapped)

Look, you better not spill my drink, bitch
This a new outfit
And I'm wearin' shoes everyone know
They ain't come out yet
You're affordin' this? Ha! Bitch
I highly doubt it
Therefore I suggest you calm your nerves
And homie don't get rowdy
Cause, I walk up in the club with a mean mug
And I ain't playin'
If you wear nice shit that's expensive
Then you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a star up in this bitch
I got every chick's man wavin'
So I know damn well that
If I'm gettin' faded, i ain't payin'
I got real shit on
You got that imitation coach
That's why everybody that know you
Say you's a fake, you ho
Don't know why you fakin' tho'
We already know?
You've been tryna get that every
Product dude after a show
So watch out where you're goin'
With that fuckin' fake mink
Cause on mamma's I'ma beat your ass if
You make me spill my drink
I've just got the Jays in pink
So you'd better watch your step
Leavin' scuff marks on my shit will
Get your punk ass decked, bitch!

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