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Hook;
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out .
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like its no tomorrow
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like its no tomorrow.
Verse 1;
I got lots of gwalla, I spend it.
I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money , never ending.
Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach.
Like Roscoe why you grunt so hard ? I'm like I'm tryna get it.
And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks; but you know that I blew it.

Hit the blunt, and threw it. That's just how we do it.
V.I.P. wit M.M.I. you know we gon be stupid.
You know I make it rain hoe, Goosey by the bottle, blowin fruity like a mango.
Gone and catch this change hoe, yeah we in this thang hoe.
It's R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I'm headed for the fame hoe.
Hook;
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out .
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like its no tomorrow
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like its no tomorrow.
Verse 2;
Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out.
Inhale the kushhh, then I blow out.
SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out
Back to the crib wit yo girl and I go out.
We dont even go out, all she do is hoe out.
I dont even know her and I fucked er, what you know bout that?
See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks, now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin big mac.
And everytime she place her order, I beat er then deport er.
I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter.
Shawty bad, she expensive; so you prolly couldn't afford er.
But every time I see her its crunch time, like we in the fourth quarter , and I'm gone.
Hook;
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I,
Dress up and I go out,
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out .
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like its no tomorrow
Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
I be all up in the mall ballin like its no tomorrow.
Ending;
Show out, all I do is show out
Watch me while I show out
Roscoe Dash a show out
Show out, show out, show out, show out, show out, show out.
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Born Jeffrey Johnson, Jr., Dash grew up in Atlanta’s Capitol Homes projects under the watchful eye of his mother and great-grandmother. The baby of the family (he has an older brother, two half-sisters and two step-brothers), Dash was an inquisitive and bright child who learned about Hip-Hop from his older brother Erik.

"My brother used to make beats in the basement,” says Dash. “When he’d leave the house, I’d steal the beats off of his computer and record them on a karaoke machine.”


Dash began writing raps at 12 years old. By high school, he’d taken on the name “ATL” as part of a four-man rap group called the Blackout Boys. In 2006, the group (which included Dash’s brother) released a mixtape, Recognition, which generated significant buzz around Mill Creek High School. The following year, the already popular Dash – a basketball-playing heartthrob – released a solo mixtape entitled My Turn, further boosting his high school profile. However, the aspiring emcee didn’t begin to take his music career seriously until he became a father at the age of 16.


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