Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Showoff , by - Triple One. Release date: 04.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Showoff |
| Sick yellow piston, I’m on a mission |
| Reach for the heat and get burnt by the bomb |
| Blast off the booster seat, I’m on the team to beat |
| They better fall to knees, where I’m from |
| Stardust boys generate the thunder |
| We intergalactic why they wonder |
| Three One’s stole the game by surprise |
| Glide round the Inner West on my spaceship |
| 4 door Subaru when they race it |
| Froze so quick, put 10 to this face |
| Red silk on my wrist, gram in my fist |
| Lonely they follow into the abyss |
| Get wetter for me, better for me |
| The general quick to get lost in a spree |
| «Picnic Hanging Rock» out my pocket |
| Not enough time to reset the rocket |
| Hang with the kings and you’re gonna get king hits |
| See F.T.W. |
| flew off astral plane shit |
| You can’t be me, I’m a rap star |
| I’m mobbin' out the back of a black car |
| Black kicks, black cap, black track-style |
| Headbangin' till I break, Marty go wild |
| Yellow nuts they drop to pavement |
| You better run and get my payment |
| We do not fuck with lame men |
| This is my final statement |
| Blade on my heart |
| Don’t lock me up in my craft |
| They can not hold me down from on Mars |
| I cannot cry for you when I’m always broken |
| We do not provide violence here |
| Yap a lot, you meet silence here |
| Mollydooker got the cream and sugar |
| I’m a perfect cooker, it’s a science, dear |
| Halo, Halo, But you were so off |
| (Because you want me to be it) |
| And you a showoff |
| (Whenever you despise me I be it) |
| Halo, Halo, But you were so off |
| (Because you want me to be it) |
| And you a showoff |
| (Whenever you despise me I be it) |
| Take apart my self, inside I’m righteous |
| Close ya legs, ya lips are looking priceless |
| Bitches loving blow inside her sinus |
| Bitches hot and cold just like the climate |
| This is feelin' wrong but I could try it |
| You just mute your phone without an eyelid |
| I got shivers down my neck excited |
| Taking off the strip just like a pilot |
| Cry me to sleep I got a bag dreams with no strings 'cause they paid for |
| Inside a sheet ya eyes won’t release, we touched hip what a damn shame |
| Kiss my lip I’m on fingertip, eggshells on the ice what a hot mess |
| Double back just to hit the mack she want me to get beat like I’m dead meat |
| So who’s to say if I confide inside myself |
| Or who’s to say it’s only relevant when notches on the belt |
| Evident my conversation get to something else |
| 'Cause when it round the circle oculating gets to someone else |
| So fuck you I won’t hold my lip |
| I got the devil on the telly, but remote won’t flick |
| It’s liking led inside the belly, but the bozo’s thick |
| And if she hit me on the celly think my phone don’t itch |
| It’s like… |
| Halo, Halo, But you were so off |
| (Because you want me to be it) |
| And you a showoff |
| (Whenever you despise me I be it) |
| Halo, Halo, But you were so off |
| (Because you want me to be it) |
| And you a showoff |
| (Whenever you despise me I be it) |