Artist: Fat Nick Album: Fat Camp (Mixtape) Song: How I Look Typed by: AZ Lyrics Boy tell me how I look, tell me how I look Brand new brand Breitling, tell me I look Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look Forgi whippin on my whip, tell me how I look Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now Countin lean, dope smoke, and I'm coming down Smart jug flexing, euro bitch she whippin Lexus Got this dope from the west, but my pints straight from Texas Pussy ass lil boy go and tell me how you feel Dropped out ninth grade and I'm still getting deals Jug phone boomin squeeze the seal and made a deal Yeah yo bitch love me cause the way that my tongue feel Got Forgi's on my segway, wack yo ass in broad day Smoking super dope, and I only want yo bitch face Tweeting at a lame, come I'll show you how its done Never cuffed no thot, quick bust then I punt Different colored xans, got em looking like some Runts Vintage ass Bape, this designer make me stunt Got a double deuce, and I ain't sipping cut Drop two full bars in my syrofoam cup Got the bitch steady tweaking, yeah I fed her ass a flat All this lame ass goofs bitch I ex 'em by the map Saying I ain't jug cause the color of my skin Bitch I push more weight than the body that I'm in Bitch I been getting hoes, boy I been smoking thrax No, no new squad boy we ain't doing drafts Got yo girl so wet, in that pussy need a raft Yeah she bust it wide open and I ain't even need to ask Yeah she rolling, what you holding Pistol make your face stay glowing Thottie blowing, leave you flowing All these opps be come and going What you bout, counting clout, took yo bitch now walk it out Poured a fifth, out the shits, sicko gas gon' got me lit Tweetin' drillin', feel like feeling, pussy boy ain't with the shits Mask down, hit the ground, buffet boys we run around Boy tell me how I look, tell me how I look Brand new brand Breitling, tell me I look Bitch tell me how I look, tell me how I look Forgi whippin on my whip, tell me how I look Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now T'd up, phone flippin, got me stuntin now Bitch tell me how I look, go and tell me now Countin lean, dope smoke, and I'm coming down