Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show & Tell, artist - Burna Boy. Date of issue: 24.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Show & Tell |
| I like this Oh |
| Lord have his mercy |
| Yeah |
| I can get you knocked for a hundred bands |
| Did a drive-by then they walked in |
| Pricey on my block, its some Talibans |
| Put you in a coffin‚ never breathe again |
| Show you like I tell you |
| Ask me if I change I tell you «Hell no» |
| Tatted at my arms to my fucking elbow |
| Till they free my dawg from the prison cell |
| Know when I pull up in a Benzo it ain’t no rental |
| Imma blow a couple bands just to make an entrance |
| Solo date on my calendar‚ check my credentials |
| All this ballin' might offend ya‚ fuck up ya mental |
| Thats Balenci on my torso so don’t buy the mall so |
| And the socks and the feet, probably even more so |
| Never send no shots to me cause I’m doing 10 toes |
| Imma send a couple shots to whoever sent you |
| Woi oii |
| Show you like I tell you |
| Ask me if i change i tell you hell no |
| Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow |
| Sticking to the code, you know I’m Velcro |
| Rollie that’s a bust down‚ it’s full of diamonds |
| It don’t tell the time but its 80 thousand |
| Bitch I’m rocking houses and large amounts are stuffed in my trousers |
| Bouncing with all ya spouses, like it around us |
| Non stop, my ship is tip top |
| Don’t you ever get it twisted for what it is not |
| Marijuana give me wisdom‚ fee round mi kingdom |
| Never ever has it been done, you never seen some |
| Woi oii |
| Show you like I tell you |
| Ask me if I change, I tell you «Hell no» |
| Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow |
| Sticking to the code, you know I’m Velcro |
| Show you like I tell you |
| Ask if I change, I tell you «Hell no» |
| Tatted at my arm to my fucking elbow |
| Till they free my dog from a prison cell |
| I can get you knocked for a hundred bands |
| Did a drive-by then they walked in |
| Pricey on my block, its some Talibans |
| Put you in a coffin, never breathe again (Woo!) |
| Cartier bust down on my sleeve (On my sleeve) |
| We can trade gold when I sleep (When I sleep) |
| Drank codeine, lose speed (Drank codeine) |
| Walking through the back door, 100 deep |
| Bet 5 racks on the T (5 racks) |
| Off that kiddy counter AP (Yeah, yeah) |
| Givency, Givency, double Gs |
| Bad bitch come where ever I need (Bad bitch) |
| Legendary tatted on her knees (On her knees) |
| 40 foreign cars, you won’t believe (Skrrt, skrrr) |
| Diamond-diamonds on my neck, bullets in your torso |
| Gotta represent the set, fuck it, its on my elbow |
| Cut from a different cloth, should have been a gigolo |
| Only run with certified hitters in the circle |
| Anytime its violence, my niggas start to riot |
| Chopper get to ringing, can’t be quiet |
| Real niggas always move in silence |
| Copping out, never I ain’t hiding |
| I was wanna rebel 'til I’m dying |
| You get wetter than a pool, I dive in |
| Balenciaga shoes, freestylin' |