Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Show Me Love , by - T.I.. Release date: 30.05.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Show Me Love |
| Yeah, We Back |
| Slim Thugga |
| Mannie Fresh |
| This for the real niggas in the club, mayne |
| Holla at em Fresh |
| In the streets (in the streets) |
| In the club (in the club) |
| All the real muthafuckas show me love (show me love) |
| Now I open up this bitch and I’m a show you how to show off |
| Clean in this bitch with the price tag tow-off |
| Don’t call it a comeback |
| Cause I been here for years |
| Wreckin' my peers, through the blood, sweat and tears |
| Here it is, Thugga back at it like a addict |
| No matter the price, give it here I gotta have it |
| When I step up out my house, everyday I gotta show off |
| Clean than a bitch with the price tag tow-off |
| Everythang new, straight up out the mall |
| From my pants, to my shirt, to my shoes, to my draws |
| I show ya how to ball, take notes and keep looking |
| Stay tuned to the show and see what Thugga got cooking |
| Money back guaranteed, everyday I’m a go off |
| I’m rich than a bitch, shit I might as well show off |
| Thugga fresh like a Mannie be |
| Dillerman, hand me keys |
| Pull up off the lot, drop coupe, three hundred G |
| Man it’s so fun to be me, I’m the wannabe |
| On ya TV, yeah G, I’m the one you see |
| The rose was the blessing so I pull that out the Sunday |
| The Benz the work card, so I pull that on Monday |
| The coupe good on gas so I dry that all week |
| And I pull out my Slab, when I shut down the streets |
| I’m a beast, hit the jury man with my peeps |
| Big hundred carrot badge, I’m the captain of the streets |
| Roll deep like police, blue boys got it lock |
| Ya see me on patrol in ya hood on yo block |
| Holla |
| When I hit the club all the girls show me love (show me love) |
| Cause worldwide they be fuckin' with Thug |
| Because the boss got class, the boss stay G’ed |
| I’m everywhere you ain’t never there, where you be? |
| I got a crib in Miami, house side in Cali |
| Spot in ATL, but I be out there Bally |
| Cause I live in the H, and got hoes round the globe |
| Stacking up you want, I’m getting doe by the low |
| That’s how I stay froze and fresh with the clothes |
| My closet got mo kicks than they got in the sto’s |
| I pop tags, shirt match my badge |
| Eyelids low, looking at the Prada glass |