ChorusLook at me I'm still your little girl Look at me The centre of your world (your world, your world) You know you are my friend But you got to understand That if you stop me you'll only end up alone Let me use what you gave me Always listening to me And put to use what I have learnt So I can't return. JAKARTA, – Penyanyi dan penulis lagu asal Inggris, John Lennon, memopulerkan lagu berjudul “Look At Me”. Lagu bergenre rock tersebut dirilis pada 1970 melalui label EMI Records. “Look At Me” muncul dalam album studio pertamanya yang bertajuk Plastic Ono juga Lirik dan Chord Lagu Stand By Me - John Lennon Berikut ini lirik dan chord lagu “Look At Me” dari John Lennon. Capo di fret ke-2[Intro] G G/F Em [Chorus] G G/F Emlook at meA9Who am I supposed to be?A9Who am I supposed to be? G G/F G/E G/D Emlook at meA9What am I supposed to be?A9 DWhat am I supposed to be?
Lookat me Lihatlah padaku [Verse 1: Zach Herron & Jonah Marais] So, we'll keep it on the ground right there next to our clothes Jadi, kita akan tetap di sana di samping pakaian kita Do what you want to me nobody gotta know Lakukan apa yang kau inginkan padaku, tak ada yang tahu You know I'm really good at putting on a show
[E-40]Beyotch!Whas happenin, whas happenin? You got to love this yere nigguh My boys, my Hot Boys Juve and?? Bout to lace this game nigga Do it the way we do it with E-4-0 Charlie Hustle[B. G.] Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches Stealin niggaz cars to tv's in Expeditions Thuggin is how I play it everyday all day I keep it all the way real I can't see it no other way I represent mines, Hot Boys Slip up my whole click rides, get shot boy That's how it go; we straight do or die - we checkmate holdin niggaz Then come where yo' momma lay down and kick in the do' nigga Juvenile! Juvenile! Juvenile![Juvenile] Let's get this shit cracklin My probation officer's gonna know what happened Stay out the way I'm H-O-T and bout that action Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin, camouflage fashion I'm all about that luxury luxury - I'm also bout Puttin 50 in yo' head boy if you thinkin bout fuckin me I'ma be here fo' a minute what else? you gotta respect it uh-huh There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin killed to accept it[E-40]Beyotch!Chorus E-40 and Hot Boys repeat 2XFreezer burn platinum on my pinkie Look at me Squattin twenty inch Twinkies Look at me I'm like that! It's like that! What? I'm like that! It's like that! Look at me[E-40] Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin slow With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe Squattin four times ga-uh gold Zenith wides and vogues Bout snuffin down, right next to me, is the call from the frogs Uhh - sound system on bloo-blam-blam Puffin on the doobie almost grubbed, dang it burnt in my lap Smokin trees with the window up windows up Traffic backed up, middle finger up I don't associate or surround myself with C. I. 's Confidential Informants snitches affadavits stool pigeons Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps I be kickin it real tough With the, P. I. 's, hustlers, tycoons Gangsters killers that might not even look like With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires New millenium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs House parties strip joints gamblin shacks and hole in the wall clubs[E-40]Beyotch!Chorus[Baby] Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch So get yo' paper straight nigga and go and buy some shit Tv's inside when I ride bitch And I'ma hide these hoes behind limo tints Fulfill my dreams I'm a rich bitch And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch Shine, tape sellin got me buyin shit Dyin? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick Rewind, these hoes back to time slick So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this bitch So nigga fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick[Lil' Wayne] Now, now Here come the youngest, Wayne, you can call me Weezy Flyin up the interstate in a Lamborghini Police right behind me, I'm drivin too fast I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph I flipped off ki's, I get my G's I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese I'm duckin white sheets and I avoid the Feds If you think that you can stop us - boi go auheadChorus[E-40]Beyotch![Juvenile] E-Feezy and the hb's in this motherfucker man the Hot Boys Juvenile Bosco you heard about me The B. G. uh-huh the number one stun'na uh-huh, uh-huh Baby Thirty-Two Gold ya heard me? The Bay Area, and the you-P-T uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh We connected nigga, you gotta respect it It's off the heezy Uhh, uhh what, beyotch!

IfI could freeze some moment in my mind Be the second that you touch your lips to mine I'd like to stop the clock, make time stand still 'Cause, baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel [Repeat CHORUS] BRIDGE I don't know how or why I feel different in your eyes All I know is it happens every time [Repeat CHORUS] CODA The way you look at me

LookAt Me! Lyrics [Intro] Ayy, I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?" (Ayy) Can't keep my dick in my pants (Ayy) My bitch don't love me no mo' (Ayy) She kick me out, I'm like, "Vro" [Interlude]
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