Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show Out, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song The Capo Chronicles, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Byrds Fly
Song language: English
Show Out |
Everywhere I go I |
Dress up and I go out |
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out |
Everywhere I go I |
Dress up and I go out |
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out |
(Show out) Gucci, Louis, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas |
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow |
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas |
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow (out out out |
out) |
I got lots of gwalla, I spend it |
I’m a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending |
Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach |
Like Roscoe why you grind so hard? |
I’m like I’m tryna get it |
And that’s just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks; |
but you know |
that I blew it |
Hit the blunt, and threw it. |
That’s just how we do it |
V.I.P. |
with M.M.I. |
you know we gon be stupid |
You know I make it rain ho, Goosey by the bottle, blowin fruity like a mango |
Gone and catch this change ho, yeah we in this thang ho |
It’s R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I’m headed for the fame ho |
Everywhere I go I |
Dress up and I go out |
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out |
Everywhere I go I |
Dress up and I go out |
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out |
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas |
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow |
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas |
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow (out out out |
out) |
Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out |
Inhale the kushhh, then I blow out |
SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out |
Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out |
We don’t even go out, all she do is ho out |
I don’t even know her and I fucked er, what you know bout that? |
See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks |
Now my meat’s between her buns like a fuckin Big Mac |
And everytime she place her order, I beat her then deport her |
I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter |
Shawty bad, she expensive; |
so you prolly couldn’t afford er |
But every time I see her it’s crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter, |
and I’m gone |
Everywhere I go I |
Dress up and I go out |
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out |
Everywhere I go I |
Dress up and I go out |
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out |
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas |
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow |
(Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I’m all about my dollas |
(Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin like it’s no tomorrow (out out out |
out) |
Show out, all I do is show out |
Watch me while I show out |
Roscoe Dash a show out |
Show out, show out, show out |
Show out, show out, show out |