Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show Off, artist - St. LazDate of issue: 22.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Show Off |
| Give me a minute to get in it |
| Give me a minute with one of your main bitches |
| Mental fitness I demonstrate |
| Right in front of your eyes |
| Watch your bitch elevate from a five to a nine |
| Confidence booster all in her mind |
| And I’m checkin' every dollar and dime |
| To the city where my committee chase titties and ass |
| I’ll show you where the check break fast |
| And we bust heads fast |
| If a nigga not in single file |
| Run up on him single style |
| Let the thing break him down |
| You love my methods |
| Take a nigga off the Earth if he on my shit list reckless |
| The key copper |
| Have to eat proper |
| Bitches lookin' for guidance |
| Had to be proper |
| Tone Capone is the beat dropper |
| The jump off is jumpin' off proper |
| And it’s about to get hotter |
| Chorus: Keak Da Sneak |
| Til it pop off |
| And you better be ready for the jump off |
| Til it pop off |
| And you better be ready for the jump off |
| Til it pop off |
| And you better be ready for the jump off |
| I still rep Walnut Street in deep East Oakland |
| The 100 block where you can your whole shit broken |
| Like Mystikal «Still Smokin» |
| The life ?? |
| And rent free |
| I never let nothin' live on my mind |
| I gotta grind, shine |
| And fight for my grandma |
| And don’t do nothin' stupid like Hammer |
| Til I go bankrupt |
| Steady drinkin' til I finish my cup |
| Then bust ya head before I shoot up the gut |
| Fresh outta Folsom and proper beef injections |
| Chosen selections |
| Cuz girl I ain’t fuckin' without protection |
| I’m harder than erection |
| Teachers so you study your lessons |
| And advise for that viewer discretion |
| On a scale to 1 to 10 I get 11 |
| Give a toast to the pussy like Devin |
| And beat it up off Sprite and Seagram 7 |
| I’ve plottin' on a way to get rich |
| And keep bread out that cock |
| And all the folks in the hood aimin' for head |
| Shots of lead poppin' |
| Situation’s crucial |
| And every nigga I’m wit is feelin' neutral |
| Fuck takin' 10 paces |
| And drawin' down |
| This ain’t no Western movie |
| Roll a Swisher, pass it to Ric |
| Sat the window wit the doobie |
| I’m lookin' at booty |
| Onion ass on the strip |
| You fine but baby girl where your whip |
| It’s jumpin' off |
| While I’m outtie on the West |
| I got the best weed |
| And the best hoes |
| I’m on the block at all times dressed in the best clothes |
| My focus is money cuz pussy come natural |
| I only fuck wit those that can show me some collateral |
| I deal 'em all off top |
| I ain’t a child molester or a killer |
| I don’t need y’all props |
| Shit, if she wit me, she know what it is |
| We hotellin' and you don’t deserve to go to the crib |
| If yo potna wanna roll she can roll |
| I ain’t gotta touch |
| I like to smoke and watch you freaky hoes |
| And I could have my choice |
| Enie, meenie, miney, mo |
| Bust a nut, get the fuck |
| Play it how it go |
| My main ho called and told me she made some money |
| I said «Bitch you ain’t never come gave it to me!» |
| How many woman now done wanna get gangsta for me |
| Gotta be willin' to get down on your hands and stomach |