Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show You, artist - Lil Debbie. Album song OG In My System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lil Debbie
Song language: English
Show You |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| (Queen business over here) |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| (Bitches crown, better sit on the throne) |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| Ay, ay, ay |
| (Show 'em, Debbie!) |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| Green, get the money, bitch |
| You wanna be the queen, get the honey |
| Got a beach front view and a breeze |
| And it seems some sunny |
| Bitches tryna get a dream, coming for me |
| I was born ready |
| Bitch, I’m born ready |
| If you wanna come against the queen |
| Bee, the swarm ready |
| Yeah, we buzzing |
| Bitch I been buzzin' |
| Took impossible and did it like it’s nothing, yeah |
| Like a prophet, yeah, I’m like a prophet |
| Everything I said, I get and went and got it |
| What you call it? |
| I’m just living |
| Meaning we the hoe that got this money coming |
| Flowing like a faucet, I’ma toss it |
| We don’t even like to entertain all the talking |
| No discussion, we just off 'em, get the coffin |
| Bitches barking what you’re body made of talking? |
| Only talking money here, motherfucker, call it |
| I so fly, can’t deny that I’m high |
| Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die |
| I rule the world, fuck your rules, I defy |
| I, I do for I, made my moves move the sky |
| This is what it look like, like, like, like |
| Cook it, took it to the oven |
| Watch it risen when it’s cooked right, right, right, right |
| You think I’m playing with you bitches? |
| Nah |
| This is what it look like, like, like, like |
| Bithes talking way too often |
| I just smoking and it’s good night, night, night, night, night |
| I’m sick of playing with you bitches, nah |
| Debbie, you should prolly get to know |
| Crash the Beamer, went and copped a Chevy nova |
| Paid tripping, I should prolly get a coaster |
| Only making bangers, I should prolly get a poster |
| Cruising down the coast |
| Rep the city like I’m 'posed to |
| Bitch, you know I been a roller |
| I’m a motherfucking soldier |
| I could send them hitters like a motherfuckin' Sosa |
| Bitches laying on the sofa, on the way the bitch is over |
| We don’t even like to entertain all the bluffing |
| No discussion, all my bitches get the bussin' |
| Got a issue, beat these bitches like percussion |
| Bitches making moves, ain’t no need for interruptions |
| I so fly, can’t deny that I’m high |
| Get rich or try it, eye for eye, do or die |
| I rule the world, fuck your rules, I defy |
| I, I do for I, made my moves move the sky |
| This is what it look like, like, like, like |
| Cook it, took it to the oven |
| Watch it risen when it’s cooked right, right, right, right |
| You think I’m playing with you bitches? |
| Nah |
| This is what it look like, like, like, like |
| Bithes talking way too often |
| I just smoking and it’s good night, night, night, night, night |
| I’m sick of playing with you bitches, nah |