"Lookman" lyrics
(feat. Littlez)
I got looks
I know the thugs and the crooks
Manna got chefs and cooks
Make a fiend get hooked
Gyal a get the hotel booked
I get shows, get booked
Feds wanna throw the book
Come to my yard and look
I got looks (And everything)
I know the thugs and the crooks (And everything)
Manna got chefs and cooks (And everything)
Make a fiend get hooked (And everything)
Gyal a get the hotel booked (And everything)
I get shows, get booked (And everything)
Feds wanna throw the book (And everything)
Come to my yard and look
They wanna blah, blah chat, poop and everything
Man will get shot and juked and everything
None of them man can't do me anything
Got no evidence, can't find anything
Silent, don't say a word on anything
I never seen or heard 'bout anything
Not gonna speak on anything
Just know it no comment on...
I had wins and loses
Now I got chains and watches
Now I got yards and cotches
See me with the gangsters and the bosses, yeah
Gettin' rid of them boxes
Lurkin' in the night like foxes
I got my weed where my socks is
I got my personal weed where my socks is, yeah
Connects and links
Call me a gallis or pimp
Can't see 'cause my car's got tints
In the back seat, gyal a-get rinsed
In the back ground, yeah, that's rinse
It's me she tried to convince
She come from St. Vince
I ain't seen her since
Peng gyal wanna look pon man
Ring me wanna book some plan
Come through when I chop them grams
Kitchen with the pots and pans
Man, I'm still with the crooks and gangs
You don't wanna get hooks or bangs
Put work in a transit van
Tell the Feds don't look pon man
I got looks (And everything)
I know the thugs and the crooks (And everything)
Manna got chefs and cooks (And everything)
Make a fiend get hooked (And everything)
Gyal a get the hotel booked (And everything)
I get shows, get booked (And everything)
Feds wanna throw the book (And everything)
Come to my yard and look
They wanna blah, blah chat, crap and everything
Lookin' for the drugs and straps and everything
None of them sniffer dogs can't smell anything
Got no evidence, can't find anything
Not even a herb on anything
I told you I never heard 'bout anything
You can't make a man snitch on anything
Just know it's no comment on ****
I had ups and downs
Round the world I do the rounds
No, I don't wanna see no frowns
I'm with the man that makin' pounds
In the hood while holdin' it down
And the Feds are snooping around
Man have to hold they ground
Especially out of town, cuh
Peng gyal wanna look pon man
Ring me wanna book some plan
Come through when I chop them grams
Kitchen with the pots and pans
Man, I'm still with the crooks and gangs
You don't wanna get hooks or bangs
Put work in a transit van
Tell the Feds don't look pon man
I got looks
I know the thugs and the crooks
Manna got chefs and cooks
Make a fiend get hooked
Gyal a get the hotel booked
I get shows, get booked
Feds wanna throw the book
Come to my yard and look
I got looks (And everything)
I know the thugs and the crooks (And everything)
Manna got chefs and cooks (And everything)
Make a fiend get hooked (And everything)
Gyal a get the hotel booked (And everything)
I get shows, get booked (And everything)
Feds wanna throw the book (And everything)
Come to my yard and look
I know the thugs and the crooks
Manna got chefs and cooks
Make a fiend get hooked
Gyal a get the hotel booked
I get shows, get booked
Feds wanna throw the book
Come to my yard and look
I got looks (And everything)
I know the thugs and the crooks (And everything)
Manna got chefs and cooks (And everything)
Make a fiend get hooked (And everything)
Gyal a get the hotel booked (And everything)
I get shows, get booked (And everything)
Feds wanna throw the book (And everything)
Come to my yard and look
They wanna blah, blah chat, poop and everything
Man will get shot and juked and everything
None of them man can't do me anything
Got no evidence, can't find anything
Silent, don't say a word on anything
I never seen or heard 'bout anything
Not gonna speak on anything
Just know it no comment on...
I had wins and loses
Now I got chains and watches
Now I got yards and cotches
See me with the gangsters and the bosses, yeah
Gettin' rid of them boxes
Lurkin' in the night like foxes
I got my weed where my socks is
I got my personal weed where my socks is, yeah
Connects and links
Call me a gallis or pimp
Can't see 'cause my car's got tints
In the back seat, gyal a-get rinsed
In the back ground, yeah, that's rinse
It's me she tried to convince
She come from St. Vince
I ain't seen her since
Peng gyal wanna look pon man
Ring me wanna book some plan
Come through when I chop them grams
Kitchen with the pots and pans
Man, I'm still with the crooks and gangs
You don't wanna get hooks or bangs
Put work in a transit van
Tell the Feds don't look pon man
I got looks (And everything)
I know the thugs and the crooks (And everything)
Manna got chefs and cooks (And everything)
Make a fiend get hooked (And everything)
Gyal a get the hotel booked (And everything)
I get shows, get booked (And everything)
Feds wanna throw the book (And everything)
Come to my yard and look
They wanna blah, blah chat, crap and everything
Lookin' for the drugs and straps and everything
None of them sniffer dogs can't smell anything
Got no evidence, can't find anything
Not even a herb on anything
I told you I never heard 'bout anything
You can't make a man snitch on anything
Just know it's no comment on ****
I had ups and downs
Round the world I do the rounds
No, I don't wanna see no frowns
I'm with the man that makin' pounds
In the hood while holdin' it down
And the Feds are snooping around
Man have to hold they ground
Especially out of town, cuh
Peng gyal wanna look pon man
Ring me wanna book some plan
Come through when I chop them grams
Kitchen with the pots and pans
Man, I'm still with the crooks and gangs
You don't wanna get hooks or bangs
Put work in a transit van
Tell the Feds don't look pon man
I got looks
I know the thugs and the crooks
Manna got chefs and cooks
Make a fiend get hooked
Gyal a get the hotel booked
I get shows, get booked
Feds wanna throw the book
Come to my yard and look
I got looks (And everything)
I know the thugs and the crooks (And everything)
Manna got chefs and cooks (And everything)
Make a fiend get hooked (And everything)
Gyal a get the hotel booked (And everything)
I get shows, get booked (And everything)
Feds wanna throw the book (And everything)
Come to my yard and look
