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Looking For You (Feat. Migos)

Justin Bieber

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Looking For You (Feat. Migos)

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Guala!What's up Migos?What up Jb, it's time to go to the clubTime to pull those toys out manLet's do it[Justin Bieber]Hey where the party at? Let's goWhere the swag? Let's rollYea, everywhere I go, them girls followLet everybody know that I'm here tonightAs soon as I walk in the doorPretty lady at the candy she here for lifeIn fact you know I need you for sureTonight might be the nightYou might mess around and fall in loveAnd I might be the guyThat'll make you wanna fall in love with meGirl, what's your name, I'm happy that you cameI'm the man in this, stick with me, I can't loveEverywhere around the worldDon't you know I'll be looking for you[Quavo]Is it her looking for you, looking for you?I'm not Paparazzi or a stalkerShe right in front of meLooking for you, looking for youNot the feds or a cop[Justin Bieber]I got money in my pocket and I ain't afraid to spend itIt ain't a problem, baby girl when you're with itTell me what you wanna do, would you make a move now?Girl you ain't gotta fight the feeling(Look at her face)Girl ain't gotta say anymore(Say no more)Need to know I ain't playing(I ain't playing)Baby what are we waiting for?Tonight might be the nightYou might mess around and fall in loveAnd I might be the guyThat'll make you wanna fall in love with meGirl, what's your name, I'm happy that you cameI'm the man in this, stick with me, I can't loveEverywhere around the worldDon't you know that I'll be looking for youIs it her looking for you, looking for you?I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker(I'll be looking for you)Looking for you, looking for youNot the feds or a cop (I'll be looking for you)[Quavo]Bad bitches in the party, alcohol on meTell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-TI asked her what's her nameGot the note she said HammerOn the way to the mattress, said she loved the PanameraIn the trap with J-BWith my phone chirpin' like beepersMona Lisa, Anna Mae is in the pot when I beat itTake her across the country, I got plugs on the VisaCut your man off little mama, you don't need himHe never seen a nigga like meHoppin' out the Chevy, step up with the minksGold chain, Mr. TIn the summer, with the beach, with the hummerWith the leather seatWould tell you 'bout my mansionBut I bet they watching meI'm a vegetarian, all I want isSome lettuce and some broccoliMansion out in BeverlyYour bitch calling me call me your majestyMy bitch is so gorgeousI might pay her mortgageI run to the money like ForrestMy life is historicTravel 'round the world like I'm in orbitI take your bitch and dunk her like Ben GordonI watch her like a telescopeI beat it and kill it like I'm Lil TerioI got your bitch, she watching meLike Tyler Perry showsI'm young and always riding in a Phantom GhostI paint a picture for niggas like MichelangeloTonight might be the nightYou might mess around and fall in loveAnd I might be the guyThat'll make you wanna fall in love with meGirl, what's your name, I'm happy that you cameI'm the man in this, stick with me, I can't loveEverywhere around the worldDon't you know that I'll be looking for youIs it her looking for you, looking for you?I'm not Paparazzi or a stalker(I'll be looking for you)Looking for you, looking for youNot the feds or a cop (I'll be looking for you)

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