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Showin' Up

Bad bitches wanna fuck me

Yeah, yeah, shawty love

Bad bitches wanna fuck me

Yeah, you know

Shawty love the way I

Shawty love the way I

Shawty love the way I

Way I'm cutting up

I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up

She be showin' up

All that ass you got behind you

Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you

I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?

Where the fuck they find you?

I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up

She be showin' up, showin' upHold up, pause

Break the knob, speaker going out

Two big booty bitches, both cheeks poking out

If I feel played everybody getting robbed

This fine motherfucker corn on the cob

Listening to Three 6, slob on my knob

If I don't know you I don't wanna, I don't like the vibe

Disrespect me, I'ma die, see it in my eyes

Hit my dog, hit the mall, what you did, drop a bag

Into fashion, I ain't bragging, 450, ate Italian

Got a chick, she Dominican and she half Italian

Portuguese on her, big knots going at her top

Throw some D's on her, I'm a rich boy, I'm on top

Niggas sleep on you when you're bitch made

How can I tell my mama, she gon' lose respect for me if I ain't die

Bless her heart, she gon' be upset me with me I ain't fly

I'm retarded, I'm a dog, I'm a lil badibida

Pulling up, happy meals right outside of Benihana's

Try to drink a million, know he really want to see me under

Muscle, no need to tussle, hater 'bout to see me bubble

Nigga he be want to shoot the shit but he ain't saying nothing

Got around a nigga, acting weird like he up to something

Drop 50 racks, backed back, another nigga touched them

Game played above his shoulder

Can't think, get the shovelBad bitches wanna fuck me

Yeah, yeah, shawty love

Bad bitches wanna fuck me

Yeah, you know

Shawty love the way I

Shawty love the way I

Shawty love the way I

Way I'm cutting up

I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up

She be showin' up

All that ass you got behind you

Slim waist, all that ass you got behind you

I mean, I mean where the fuck they find you?

Where the fuck they find you?

I'ma hit the dick on you, ain't no cuddle up

She be showin' up, showin' upHold up, pause

Break the knob, speaker going out

Attempts at the phone, you hear your beeper going off

I just hate Kevin Gates, he be showing off

Big name, getting heavy, horsepower on the Chevy

Money Wap, countin' Fetty, bad bitch, we together

Jugg man, another level, mansion crib, jewelry section

18k, plain jane, Lance bought a bezel

Freak or we can fuck wherever, get 'em sis, fuck 'em up

All black 750 with the peanut butter guts

Who is this big fine motherfucker running up?

Pumps in the bump, booty going bumpabumpabump

Shoes on, watch me, drunk man, what the fuck

Beem, boom, beem, bam, boom, yeah, going dumb

Glock, boom boom boom, now you want to duck

You was on the gram talking tough, now you want to hug

Hundred fifty bands on the bluff, cuz get a cut

Moving on, better thoughts, cleaner weed, cleaner living

Kitchen bags at the cleaners, even made a cleaner killing

What he said? Fuck a nigga, I ain't really get to hearing

Lately I been running out of seconds tryna get a minute

Using a metaphor, I figured you would get the picture

Shawty bad, she a ten, blowing gas in Virgina

Express pass, had to get it, you ain't get the picture?

Songwriters

KEVIN GILYARDPublished by

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