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conversations.value: Write me a song called Look at Me Now with the following description: “Look at Me Now” is a braggadocious track featuring rap veterans Busta Rhymes and Lil Wayne and is Chris' first rap-centered single to be released. The track was released as the second single from Chris' fourth album, F.A.M.E..
  The mid-tempo record features a modern sounding beat produced by Afrojack and Diplo and an extremely impressive verse by Busta, both of which has been praised by most of the hip-hop community and the reviewers.
  “Look At Me Now” performed well in the charts, peaking at #1 on Billboard’s Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs, Hot Rap Songs and Rhythmic Songs charts, at #6 on the Top 100 chart. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Chris Brown]
  I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
  You can't even get in!
  Hahaha
  Leggo
  [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
  Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin'
  Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missin'
  Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupée
  I get what you get in ten years in two days
  Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
  If you get what I get, what would you say?
  She wax it all off, Mr. Miyagi
  And them suicide doors, hari-kari
  [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Look at me now, look at me now
   (Oh)
  I'm gettin' paper
  Look at me now (Oh), look at me now
   (Yeah)
  Fresher than a muh'fucka
  [Verse 2: Chris Brown]
  Lil' nigga, bigger than gorilla
  'Cause I'm killin' every nigga that can try to be on my shit
  Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
  And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
  Oops, I said "On my dick"
  I ain't really mean to say "On my dick"
  But since we talkin' about my dick
  All of you haters say hi to it
  I'm done [Interlude: Busta Rhymes]
  Ayo, Breezy
  Let me show you how to keep the dice rollin'
  When you're doin' that thing over there, homie
  (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
  Let's go!
  [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
  'Cause I'm feelin' like I'm runnin'
  And I'm feelin' like I gotta get away, get away, get away
  Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop
  'Cause you know I gotta win everyday-day (Go)
  See, they really really wanna pop me (Blow)
  Just know that you will never flop me (Oh)
  And I know that I can be a little cocky (No)
  You ain't never gonna stop me
  Every time I come, a nigga gotta set it
  Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it (Woo)
  Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta show that
  Any little thing a nigga think that he be doin' (Ooh-ooh)
  'Cause it doesn't matter, 'cause I'm gonna da-da-da-da (Damn)
  Then I'm gonna murder everything and anything
  A ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing,
   I gotta do a lotta things
  That make it clearer to a couple niggas that I always win
  And then I gotta get it again and again and then again
  And I be doin' it to death
  And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref
  And everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best
  When it come to doin' this and I be bangin' on my chest
  And I bang in the East and I'm bangin' in the West
  And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
  You will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press
  Do you really wanna know what's next? (Let's go)
  See the way we on and then we all up in the race
  And you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
  And we strugglin' and hustlin' and sendin' in and gettin'
  And we always gotta do it, take it to another place
  Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
  And I gotta cut all through this traffic
  Just to be at the top of the throne
  Better know I gotta have it (Have it) [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Look at me now, look at me now
   (Oh)
  I'm gettin' paper
  Look at me now (Oh), look at me now
   (Yeah)
  Fresher than a muh'fucka
  [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  Man, fuck these bitch-ass niggas
  How y'all doin'? I'm Lil Tunechi
  I'm a nuisance
  , 
  I go stupid
  I go dumb like the Three Stooges
  I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit
  No, I'm pollution, no substitution
  Got a bitch that play in movies
  In my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
  I never gave a fuck about a hater
  Got money on my radar, dressed like a skater
  Got a big house, came with an elevator
  You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
  Marley said "shoot 'em," and I said "okay"
  If you on that bullshit, then I'm like, "¡Olé!"
  I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
  Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
  That's word to my flag and my flag red
  I'm outta my head, bitch, I'm outta my mind
  From the bottom, I climb, you ain't hotter than mine
  Nope, not on my time and I'm not even tryin'
  What's poppin', slime? Nothin', five
  And if they trippin', fuck 'em, five
  I ain't got no time to shuck and jive
  These niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
  CîROC and Sprite on a private flight
  Bitch, I been tight since 
  Guiding Light
  And my pockets right, and my diamonds white
  And my momma's nice, and my daddy's dead
  You faggots scared 'cause I'm too wild
  Been here for a while, I was like, "Fuck trial"
  I puts it down, I'm so Young Money
  If you got eyes, look at me now, bitch [Chorus: Chris Brown]
  Look at me now, look at me now
   (Haha! Oh)
  I'm gettin' paper
  Look at me now (Haha! Oh), look at me now
   (Yeah)
  I'm fresher than a muh'fucka
  [Outro: Chris Brown]
  Okay
  Okay
  Is that right?
  I'm fresher than a muh'fuc—!