Lyrics Show Sumn - League of Starz, Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs

Show Sumn

Baby I be out’chea thuggin'
You wanna real nigga, bitch you ain’t said nothin'
No money, that’s end of discussion
Man fuck all the talkin', bitch show a nigga somethin', huh
Bitch show a nigga somethin', huh
Bitch show a nigga somethin', uhh
Baby I be out’chea thuggin'
Man fuck all the talkin', bitch show a nigga somethin', huh
Fucked up, towed back
Only thing on my mind, where the hoes at
Hater mad, and he say «He want his ho back
He tryna' keep this shit, I gave that nigga a ho jack
Shut up bitch, go ahead and poke it
You ain’t had dick, so the wood nigga stroke it
That ass shake like it’s in and out of focus
Turn that dime bitch to a fiend off of dope dock
Comptown CA, running like a relay
Money make yo' bitch bring it back, like a replay
Hit yo' ho raw, yeah I be like that
I’m about to make yo' ho cum, yeah she be right back, in a minute
Give her a Molly, if she timid
Play one of my songs, watch the bitch get it
Popping that thing like a pill
He won’t lick your ass, I will
(Haha, look at they face when I say man, ah fuck it! what!)
Towed back, fucked up
Smoking green, codeine in a double cup
Throw them moles on the stove, let 'em bubble up
Pull a fo, drink 'em both like nigga what
I seen a bitch, so thick, oh shit
Drugged up, so I hit 'er with the dope dick
Super blunted, stay one hunnid, like 4 bricks
Ridin' on them handle bars, when I wrote this, what
(I'm just a eastside nigga!!) And she know I’m with the shit
Project baby, yeah, she know I got stick
Woah, meet her every time with the stroke
Got 36 ounces, baby know I got blow, yeah
First 40, ate the pussy on sight
Have her homegirls doin' search party for the swipe
Yeah, girl I got it like that
Got a boomerang thing, so I know she coming right back
Rock!
I’m all, the way, wit it
Dinner full of digits, talk it how I live it
Nigga gotta' get it, free my nigga 50
New snapback, got it so low, the fitted
I done stole all the whores, yeah nigga, even yours
Had to eat the pussy, since you wouldn’t eat it for 'er
Tell 'er, run it, run it, run it, yeah nigga call me Forbes
Get you smacked for that fresh pair of jordans
Ay, I tell 'er paint my face
She said «The homies tellin'», bitch that ain’t my case
She heard I never eat it, bitch I ain’t that fake
She took a look at the snake, bitch I ain’t that jake
Cuz I’mma, sick nigga, swig hitter
Honey flipper, I’m Bad Lucc, the bitch kisser
I’m talkin' chicken, outer leggings, she a swish hitter
She seen her nigga do his thing, but I want this nigga, yeah
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