Friday, May 30, 2014

Justin Bieber - Looking For You lyrics text chords guitar piano ...



Justin Bieber — Looking For You lyrics text chords guitar piano


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Takeoff- Guala!

Bieber — What’s up Migos?

Quavo — What up JB, it’s time to go to the club, time to pull those toys out man — let’s do it


[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]Hey where the party at? Let’s go

Where the swag? Let’s roll

Yea, everywhere I go, them girls follow

Na, na, na, na

Let everybody know that I’m here tonight

As soon as I walk in the door


If I didn’t know I need you for sure


[Pre-Hook: Justin Bieber]Tonight might be the night

You might mess around and fall in love

And I might be the guy

I don’t want to make you fall in love with me

Girl, what’s your name, I’m happy that you came

I’m the man in this, stick with me, I can’t love

Everywhere around the world

I’ll be looking for you


Is it her looking for you, looking for you?

I’m not Paparazzi or a stalker

She right in front of me looking for you, looking for you

Not the feds or a cop


I got money in my pocket and I ain’t afraid to spend it

It ain’t a problem, baby girl when you’re with it

Tell 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?


Bad bitches in the party, alcohol on me

Tell the waitress put the sparklers on my 20 B-T

I asked her what’s her name — got the note she said Hammer

On the way to the mattress, said she loved the Panamera

In the trap with J-B with my phone chirpin’ like beepers

Mona Lisa, Anna Mae in the pot when I beat it

Take her across the country, I got plugs on the Visa

Cut your man off little mama, you don’t need him


He never seen a nigga like me

Hoppin’ out the Chevy, step up with the minks, gold chain, Mr. T

In the summer, with the beach, with the hummer, with the leather seat

Would tell you ’bout my mansion but I bet they watching me

I’m a vegetarian, all I want is some lettuce and some broccoli

Mansion out in Beverly, your bitch calling me call me your majesty


My bitch is so gorgeous, I might pay her mortgage

I run to the money like Forrest

My life is historic

Travel ’round the world like I’m in orbit

I take your bitch and dunk her like Ben Gordon

I watch her like a telescope

I beat it and kill it like I’m Lil TerRio

I got your bitch, she watching me like Tyler Perry shows

I’m young and always riding in a Phantom Ghost

I paint a picture for niggas like Michelangelo




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