• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Look Like - Plies
• Look Like You? - Lil' Wyte
• Look, luck - Noe Venable
• Look Like You? - Mindfeed

[Plies talking:]
Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels
They be seing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh I know what people be saying
\"god damn he look like he sell dope\"
[Chorus:]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope
[Young Jeezy:]
Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that choppa in it
Look like my porshe be shopping it got new shoes on it almost
Look good as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost 100 dollaz came with 50 shots
100 karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted
39.99 forty of the same ones 39 forty times and jeezy's watch is fresh denim
Cost half a stack got some fourteens denim cost me half a crack
Pull out every dolla in my pocket just to buy the smoke ill be got damn look like I sell dope.
[Chorus 2x:]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope
[Fabolous:]
Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.
Whats up son what it look like look like I sell dope maybe this hooks right
It could be that its true maybe im at it too this on the mom
I rich and me chatted too I aint selling dope baby im selling
Hope you can see that im a star then get ur telescope
My shawty mama always looking at me sideways I keep on pulling different cars
Up in her driveway they see a nigga bread so it might trigga feds I tell they hatin ass
I do like biggie said rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
Then I kick a few flows so I can get a few hoes loso.
[Chorus 2x:]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip
Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling
Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope
[Plies:]
Whats up bruh bruh may 25TH bruh
I know what the fuck you thankin I look like a drug dealer that what my partner
Thinkin I done wacked a judge nigga threw so much money in this bitch
Coulda bought the club nigga and if I ever go broke I'ma rob the plug nigga police
Followin me he thank I sell chillzas all these diamonds on me thank they come from the kitchen
Ask me where im going told em im going fishin headed to the strip club finna catch me some bitches
12 noon im ridin quarter million dolla car straight hood nigga feelin like a fuckin star
Drank cognac smellin like the fuckin bar from the looks of the watch he must be sellin boy
All dis money homie must be a d-boy buyin by the 2's talkin bout the fuckin joy
Fuck em by the 3's talkin bout them fuckin whores it 2 o'clock in the evenin he must be unemployed.
[Chorus 2x song ending:]
Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar
Whip look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes dont I be styling

Man, I'm messed up
the hell
what kind of pill was that
man it sound like I hear someone screaming
what the fuck
man I'm sooo fucked up, God I promise let me live
tonite
man I will never get high again
I'm slummed out right now, that ain't no suprize
Dilated pupils seein doubles out of both my eyes
I hit up a little spark, got 'em for no charge, and fuck with his boy
Zanex bars call 'em totem poles or even tonka toys
I popped half and then popped the other half and hit the crown
Then put my shot glass down and poured another round
I'm starting to fill everything I just put into my body
Liquor and the bars got me right though I might look retarded
Get up out my way little quicka with the K
Even though I'm fucked up I'ma still maintain
Got sumthin in my brain like do damn thang
Like tell the same mayne's ass soft insane
I'ma monsta when I'm high specially on some bars
Don't need to cop lyrically can catch a charge
Runnin down the street yellin fuck the police
With Reeboxs on my feet high on 4 more bars
I'ma hold my crown and I'ma rep my Memphis pop my pills, smoke all my deeros
Be fucked up fall out in public fallin out on crackers and negros
Ho you think you know Lil Wyte I'm telling you rightcha now
You hold out I'ma find out better pull 'em out and pass them sticks around
Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
Totem poles, Candy bars, even Yellow ladders
Tonka toys, White sticks it don't really matter
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
If you got 'em pass that shit around I want to look like you
One little pill you can break down into fo's
Guaranteed when mixed with liquor it gone have on the flo'
Take advantage of the power the sticks put off every hour
Try to over do it you gone find yourself off in the shower
This is not some powder the effects are completely differant
You are not a coward if you pop one and get scared of the shit
You might forget what you did the night before if you want 'em
Better get somebody to be witcha only if they ass is sober
Gotta keep my fuckin brain on chicken lane change only if the beat bang
I'll be able to do my thang no what I got to do know why I gotta rock
Fucked up or not I'ma take this shit to the top
If you see me in the streets betta believe me this cracker is off the hezzy
Memphis, Tennessee is my stopping ground and zanex bars just went down in me
This weed in me and Henessey all over my academics T
Was fucked up and doubled in for shit but fallin up out the S-U-V
They serious don't play with 'em if you can't handle 'em come my way
We'll rock 'em to the BAY and we'll deal 'em up on the slang

I am out of change
Terrible and strange
Under a fake blue sky
You're spinning out of sight
I been up all night
But every road leads here
Look, luck
Do not disappear
I can almost hear you trying
But luck
Do not disappear
You're the only one that's left to love
So much love
You can't pay in love
Talk to the big machine
Please
I pawned my ring
I'll do anything
In hope of a little
Luck
Do not disappear
I can almost hear you trying
But luck
Do not disappear

I'd like to look just like you
And I'd like to feel just like you
And I'd like to talk just like you
I'd like to be,
Yes, I'd like to be like
Why try to look just like you
And why try to do things to do
Why change my mind,
My point of view
Cause I'd like to be
No, I'd like to feel like
Scum slag white trash
Feelin' out of place again
What the fuck you're doin' here
You don't fit in
High class nice boy
Makin' like somebody's toy
Head stuck up some fuckers ass
Working no class
Cause I'd like to look
And I'd like to look
Cause I'd like to look
Cause I'd like to look
And I'd like to look
And I'd like to look
And I'd like to look
Cause I'd like to look
Like you
Like you