Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show Me Something, artist - Hit-Boy. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Show Me Something |
| Show me something |
| Show me, show me something |
| Show me, show me something |
| Show me something |
| Show me, show me something |
| Show me something |
| Bake bread, break bread or fake dead |
| Real life since Lake Ave., right next to the Payless |
| I roll dice, I don’t stop, I’m 'bout to go make me a go sign |
| I like ghetto girls with gel in their weave who go to Sally’s to get their pro |
| style |
| Watch a pro pile paper, like a desk in the office |
| I was on my second Lexus by the time I met Tiara |
| I’m talkin' 18, I had the biggest booty girl in the city wanna get married |
| I cracked her orderin' a 3 piece at KFC on Baseline and Cherry |
| Freak hoes came next, E-40 just texted me |
| They said, «Boy you be snappin' harder than the quote unquote rappers» |
| I bout that BM, had to matte it |
| You gotta watch the way that the color coat |
| I was coppin' shit I didn’t come up on |
| So my next whip gon' have a hundred spokes |
| And I never lie, I’m under oath |
| Her drawers to the side, gutter bowl |
| Me, you, we ain’t even comin' close |
| I see you, I see a fuckin' hoax |
| This the year I’m goin' new on you hoes |
| In the old school, pushin' up the oaks |
| With pre-rolls in my bubble coat |
| Only bangin' music, I produce and wrote |
| So before your mouth get to runnin' |
| You gon' have to show me somethin' |
| Shoulder rubbin' niggas who don’t get it on their own |
| Say the most but they ain’t sayin' nothin' |
| Payin' double’s what you will do |
| I need to pool that looks like Uncle Phil pool |
| I need some banners in the venue |
| Nigga it don’t matter what you’ve been through |
| You gotta show me somethin' |
| Show me, show me somethin' |
| Show me somethin' |
| Show me, show me somethin' |
| Show me somethin' |
| I’ve seen it all, I heard it all |
| I won’t even listen to the talk, no I’m not involved |
| You gon' have to show me |
| Stackin' cash, hustlin', nigga gettin' his money up |
| Poured off with this double cup, half a bar and a couple blunts |
| I’m zonin' boy, no ATL, head spinnin' 'round like a vogue wheel |
| I’m so high, I’m too drilled off 4 lines and a ginger ale |
| Can barely walk, I’m on stand still, phone ringin', boy I keep goin' dumb |
| Can’t feel my body, my shit’s numb, RIP to my lil' bruh |
| , had to let you know that a nigga really out in the field |
| Call the plays, no 4th down, can’t wait for it to touchdown |
| I’ma tell you niggas now I ain’t doin' this shit for no centerfold |
| Cause it’s plenty nights I ain’t trip on pussy, but a nigga still fall into hoes |
| Fuck her good then end it fast, ain’t nothin' interferin' with this cash |
| Bank teller, oh bank teller can I get everything in blue bands? |
| Niggas still lames though, whole circle red like Japan’s flag |
| G, my hater, my pants sag, mama hate it I sold bags |
| Lifestyle of a thug nigga, quick to tell a nigga run it, run it |
| Tell a bitch she wanna fuck with me, she gon' have to be more than ordinary, |
| girl |
| This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time here |
| This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time here |
| This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time, oh no |
| This isn’t my (nigga we’ve been on) first time here |
| Yeah that sounds like a plan |
| (What you gon' grow up to be?) To be the mothafuckin' man |
| Yeah that sounds like a plan |
| (What you gon' grow up to be?) I’ma be the mothafuckin' man |
| Yeah that sounds like a plan |
| (What you gon' grow up to be?) To be the mothafuckin' man |
| Yeah that sounds like a plan |
| (What you gon' grow up to be?) I became the mothafuckin' man |
| Wasn’t no gas in that Volvo, that’s why I’m gassed up now |
| But I was that when I used to play with the yo-yo at my grandma’s house |
| She had it jumpin' like pogo, right off Meringo |
| Fast forward to 2011, I did my first radio single |
| My nigga Ricky made a play with his cousin, all I had to do was cook |
| Flew out to work on Watch the Throne, felt like I had to sign to G.O.O.D |
| I didn’t know I was this good, just a young nigga from the hood |
| Made to feel less than what I’m worth, but you won’t hit me with the juug |
| No you won’t hit me with the juug, you won’t hit me with the juug |
| No you won’t hit me with the juug, you won’t hit me with the juug |