Tory Lanez - Looks lyrics

[Intro:] She keep givin' me looks I can't stop them eyes from givin' me looks Don't let me lie to you girl, I looked All you gotta do is, make that look [Hook:] Soon as you close the door, turn the lights off You know what it's hittin' for, girl I might just Give you what that n***a don't So just close the door, clothes come off [Verse 1:] Bein' honest, just bein' honest I like the way you're bein' honest, let's keep it honest You got them lips like Keke Palmer Like Keke Palming That physical, that education I go P.E. on it I'm so on it, yeah No procrastination hit the hard top, hard top Then you know I'm dealing with them mattaz, mattaz Let you know you dealing with a shotta, shotta That's the type of sh** that shouldn't shock ya [Hook:] Soon as you close the door, turn the lights off You know what it's hittin' for, girl I might just Give you what that n***a don't So just close the door, clothes come off [Verse 2:] You got a n***a but I know he need to step up in it I got a girl, but you know I need it better shorty Oh-oh now, now baby oh yeah yeah yeah yeah Here with the plan, I got money to spend And uh, you got somebody baby we got a good thing, yeah yeah Let the frame down When I beat that p**y up, you wanna lay down Now I wanna roll, I'm smoking Backwoods in the cut She know what it's here for, and it was up [Hook:] That's when them shirts come off, shirts come off I don't wanna see you smoke, see you smoke Got your back against the wall, close the door We don't wanna say it's wrong, but it's wrong [Verse 3:] Maybe I've been missin' Maybe I've been dippin', maybe I've been dippin' Maybe the excuse that I had gotten way too busy for you hoes is gettin' true And I ain't got the time to kick it with you Listen, she was with me last Thanksgiving Uh, should've been with my sister on Christmas Uh, but instead I was kickin' it out with Paris she flew down Lira Galore And oh boy what an interest Kells, you remember that winter Wait, we made too much money in November Uh, sh** got way too sunny, it's kinda funny It wasn't long before we started feelin' all of this [?] for December Damn my n***a, we on the tourbus Steppin' out the House of Blues, where was your bus? Where are Zoe and Josh now that I got way too famous and successful for you to afford us? Wow my life has just gotten gorgeous 5-star meals on islands, the sand's scorchin' Started f**in' this girl, and she lands scores and movies So you might see me poppin' like Lance Gordon Shout the b**hes down to take a chance for me Take me to the club and spend some bands on me Take me to the club and buy a dance on me sh**, it's crazy Show these n***as I can paint the picture Y'all don't deserve to get this paper with me You wasn't hoppin' out the cable with me Broke down Civic, parkin' the camp, David with me Back when I would have to pick a playback Then drop that n***a off on the way back Then called Johan because me and Gudda had been arguing all day long about who gettin' that A-flat We used to go hard about them little sessions I learned to appreciate all the little blessings Secluded environments and the little sections I don't understand how to feel blessings Look at this lifestyle, look at how we livin' n***a right now Look at all these b**hes that wouldn't even type a message to us Now we sayin' they ain't our type now Story goes, that's how the table turned