Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show Sumn, artist - League of Starz
Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
League of Starz |