Show Her lyrics

by

D-Lo


I treat the rap game like the dough game
My sixteen is like crane, you're a dog face
I got my rapping jeans on with the pink dough
Pocket full of dead presidents, I need a code
Strike a realer, never sipping on banana pills
Not the white b*tch, that's rich, she's living upper hills
I'm sipping wine of a finest sh*t
Had all these hoes into town, I got the finest b*tch
Look, I got a team full of bottles [?]
Mini AK, I call it [?]
All that ass that she got man, she ain't scared to show it
I was pimping [?] she didn't even know it
b*tch take a ticket, stand your ass alive
I got 99 problems, but that b*tch ain't mine!
Fifty toes down, man I train [?]
All these free [?] and it's gotta make your b*tch scoop

[Hook:]
And b*tch so bad, and b*tch so fine
Let me sit her ass down, get up in the b*tch mind
She already know that b*tch been a hoe
Ass n*gga couldn't do it, I'm a show you how it go!
And b*tch so bad, and b*tch so fine
Let me sit her ass down, get up in the b*tch mind
She already know that b*tch been a hoe
Ass n*gga couldn't do it, I'm a show you how it go!
Yeah, see, look
It's a bad b*tch like Rihanna, but white like Madonna
She's a very freaky girl when you don't bring on her momma
Baby [?] and baby send me commas
I buy me some designer, keep me saucy like lasagna
What's your name, Tania? You look like a Tania
Pretty little b*tch, I bet you probably drive a Honda!
Young cousin [?] getting paper like a [?]
We got your main b*tch just in case you want to find her
Holler, holler, it's all about the dead presidents, uh
So you know it's been about the bread ever since, uh
Kill the pus*y, never leave no spare evidence, no!
Figure about my pockets, boy, I swear it was [?]
Tell a n*gga over there don't stare in the tent
Last n*gga was a spare, she don't care where you went
Nah, nah, she blew you boy like a vet
And the night was about the only thing that's been!

[Hook:]
And b*tch so bad, and b*tch so fine
Let me sit her ass down, get up in the b*tch mind
She already know that b*tch been a hoe
Ass n*gga couldn't do it, I'm a show you how it go!
And b*tch so bad, and b*tch so fine
Let me sit her ass down, get up in the b*tch mind
She already know that b*tch been a hoe
Ass n*gga couldn't do it, I'm a show you how it go!
Chippas, sitting back chilling like I'm boss
My white b*tch is touched down, yeah, I score
Never tried the kill, I'm on a tree like a squirrel
Sold drug, sold drink, probably sold your girl
[?] the spot, I come spook like Shirl
Always been a mac like Drake, Collin Ferrell
Born in this sh*t, boy, I'm dope, lil [?]
I matter me over the b*tches, more b*tches in this world
Broken like stock, might have been your boy Iraq
[?] the sun down to Earth, cold hearted but I'm hot!
b*tches choosing on me, progressions selling [?]
Four hours, four days send me knocking with a [?]
Teach her how to work, she must [?]
[?] fast like a Porsche
Maybe even a horse, throw low I'm the dime [?]

[Hook:]
And b*tch so bad, and b*tch so fine
Let me sit her ass down, get up in the b*tch mind
She already know that b*tch been a hoe
Ass n*gga couldn't do it, I'm a show you how it go!
And b*tch so bad, and b*tch so fine
Let me sit her ass down, get up in the b*tch mind
She already know that b*tch been a hoe
Ass n*gga couldn't do it, I'm a show you how it go!

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