Richboy Dee - Lookin Ass n***as lyrics

[Intro] Look at y'all n***as... n***as Look at y'all n***as... n***as [Verse 1] I'm from Brooklyn I be everywhere comfortably Now who told you p**y n***as Come romp w me I'll pop up in ya hood no company Have you n***as everywhere Trynna run from me How you Hollywood and everybody had you Walk pa** stiff a** weave you know that I laughed boo Heard you giving head 12 yrs old in the bathroom Call me 2 chains cause live in the back room I got n***as out here calling me the punish-er Chicken head want the dick so I had to punished her She some thotty thing so I could never run with her Committing suicide so I could never jump with her I smoke a quick spliff And I pa** it to the next one Swallow my kids Licked off her chest son Ima faithful n***a And you know this is a test son I ain't w the mess son So pa** it to the next one [Bridge] Call me wu tang I got two chains call me two chains Got my name running through ya membrane f** this b**h so hard now she insane You a looking a** b**h You wanna run scams You a dirty a** b**h Wanna pose for the gram You impostor a** b**h But I could never run W a p**y a** clique b**h [Hook] All I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be All I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know it, and you know it Look at what, reason [Verse 2] b**h chatting like her hands is the truth I walk up in the spot what huh player proof Looking a** b**hes Talking crazy a** b**hes Stealing crazy a** b**hes Janet braids u a** b**hes I get it I get it Everybody fake Talk behind your back Never say it to your face Talk on the book In person they shook Book famous a** people f**ing p**y a** people Showing track type of b**hes s**ing dick in the trap type of b**hes Tea bag type of b**hes Trifling Cheating a** type of b**hes I get I get Gotta eat it So I spit I spit Ima vegan So I didn't I didn't On ya b**hes I'm sh**ting I'm sh**ting Stupid a** c*nts s** a dick Just to get another puff on the blunt Type of b**hes [Bridge] Call me wu tang I got two chains call me two chains You a looking a** b**h You wanna run scams You a dirty a** b**h Wanna pose for the gram You impostor a** b**h But I could never run W a p**y a** clique b**h [Hook] All I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be All I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know it, and you know it Look at what, reason [Verse 3] Look at y'all smokin' a** n***as After every pull, n***as start chokin' a** n***as n***a-n***a Look at y'all b**h a** n***as Stop lyin' on your dick a** n***as n***a-n***a Look at y'all lookin' a** n***as Stop lookin' at my a** a** n***as Look at y'all lyin' a** n***as Talkin' 'bout "It's paid off" but it's financed, lyin' a** n***a Bunch of non-mogul a** n***as Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile a** n***a n***a, n***a, look at y'all Can't get a job so you plottin' how to rob a** n***as I ain't gotta check for y'all But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all n***as I 'on't want s**, give a f** about your ex I 'on't even want a text from y'all n***as I'm rapin' you n***as Look at this pic, look what the f** I gave to you n***as Ain't feelin' these n***as n***as want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these n***as [Hook] All I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be All I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know it, and you know it Look at what, reason [Verse 4] Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club One bottle full of bub' a** n***as Look at y'all not havin' game a** n***as Y'all n***as share a chain a** n***as Same cup in the hand a** n***a In the club with a credit card scam a** n***a No dick in the pants a** n***a I be damned if I f** a non-man a** n***a I will, I will, I will never f** a non-man a** n***a I would never lie Even if that n***a flew me and my b**hes all the way out to Dubai p**y, you tried, p**y a** n***a you lie p**y a** n***a, you high b**h I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski Art on the wall, Basqui, f** who see Look at you fake dope dealers Know real n***as that be movin' weight in them villas Talkin' 'bout ki's, say it's ki's in the van But he really move grams and he split it with his mans [Hook]