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    "Lookin' Good" Lyrics


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    What's up, ah ha, come on
    Choppa Style. Jahbo, Playa Will
    On the track come on

    Ooh girl you looking good, give lil Choppa a holla
    Cause I could take you out that Baby Phat, and put you in Prada
    Choppa Style came from nothing, to having some change
    Now everybody's in my face, wanting to look at me strange
    Now I ain't even got a Range yet, but that's alright baby
    Cause I ain't got my change yet, and I ain't nice
    And I ain't right, and I ain't flipping chicks
    But I ain't really nothing nice, when I'm spitting hits
    You feel this shit, then won't you bob your head back and forward
    And if you like the way it sound, go to the store and sco' it
    You see me, I'm low key, cause I got this
    And Choppa style dropping nothing but some hot hits, some hot hits
    I can't wait, till I'm living lavage, call me Choppa
    Tim Smooth, cause I gotta have it
    And this not for a career, its all for fun
    And I'm not from St. Louis, but I'm number one, I'm number one

    [Chorus: Jahbo - 2X]
    Girl you looking good, come and ride with me
    Hop in my 6 you looking nice, in them Prada jeans
    So won't you drop it, bend it over, touch your toes for me
    Bend it, make that booty wiggle wobble out for me

    I got your head board banging, ooh la-la-la
    When I ask you who you loving, you say Chop-Chop-Chop
    I'm making it hot, coming through and breaking your twat
    Don't you worry bout twenty minutes, cause I ain't gonna stop
    You say you wanna get served wobble, so I'm gon find you
    You say you wanna hot boy, with a condo
    How you like it, from the back or your legs in the air
    You could ride it, you could dodge it girl, I just don't care
    Cause I'ma serve it like I beat it, like I chop it like a dog
    I'ma make you touch your toes, sit you down and break you off
    To you fat girls, I don't discriminate on y'all
    If you can break me with your wiggle, I'll do you like a dog
    I want a slim, fine woman, so I could break her cousin
    Cause Choppa's like Popeye's chicken, you gotta love him
    The next time you think, that you won't get served proper
    I got your head board banging, p.s. just love Choppa

    [Chorus - 2X]

    I want a slim, fine woman, who as cute as the (what)
    Never ever labeled a duck, but always quick to buck
    A attitude sometimes, but not a project child
    But if needed to bend some piece, she acting project style
    And she walk like a model, when she up in them streets
    Prada pants, Prada purse, Prada shoes on her feet
    She don't hang with messy chickens, cause she say that they sad
    They already know the difference, its lust they got it bad
    She don't listen to, what you say bout me and them broads
    She never listen from the jump, though her head is hard
    If she tell me she gon leave me, so my heart ain't gon stop
    I get a playa bring a mill, and my woman I'll watch
    And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got nothing on me
    Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up it and see
    Oh, you wonder how she really got that mark on her chest
    Ask your girl, she'll probably tell you, but that ain't nothing but mess

    [Chorus - 4X]
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Cheryl Parker, Joacim Bo Persson, Maryanne Veronica Morgan, Niclas Aake Molinder, Par Olof Ankarberg, Sara Elizabeth Ann Eker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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