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Showing Out

Ho I'm major, that shit nothin'

Young nigga, old money, Benjamin Button

Seein' through ya poker face, that nigga bluffin'

Ladies goin gaga for a nigga tryna fuck him

Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin'

And I got the A-R, why I like to bust it?

Why I need counselin', why I won't discuss it?

Why I spend Donkey Kong knots and I'm all like, fuck it!?

Pull up at the stop light, lookin' at this cop like

Yeah I drive big shit, nah my license ain't right

Still let the top drop back when it's sunny

Cause life ain't nothin' but bitches and moneyI don't what it is, somethin' inside

I need that attention, I just can't hide

Keep hearin' these voices, inside of my mind

Sayin' fuck the rest, it's time to shine

I know that's how the good one's died

But I need that risk I need that drive

I'm stealin' yo bitch I'm stealin' yo grind

Bitches sing this and that's why I'm

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddyOld school Chevy wide body like a phantom

5 stars love but them haters can't stand 'em

U-K money, 150,000 pounds

All white lamb sit low to the ground

I just joined a gang, the millionaire boys club

Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard

I'm in the kitchen puttin' the work on steroids

Peakin' out the glass for the feds, I'm paranoid

No I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?

I know this a four door, so how it ain't no ceilin' there?

Showin' off lil' mama, goin' hard lil' daddy

Yo Gotti home boy, I'm a walkin' dope packageI don't what it is, somethin' inside

I need that attention, I just can't hide

Keep hearin' these voices, inside of my mind

Sayin' fuck the rest, it's time to shine

I know that's how the good one's died

But I need that risk I need that drive

I'm stealin' yo bitch I'm stealin' yo grind

Bitches sing this and that's why I'm

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddyI'm from the era, of letter to the better

They tell me rap changed, well I'm a have to let her

Common loved her, I wish I never met her

They slutted her out, there's nothin' left to treasure

Seems all I hear em say, nigga where them dollas at?

Here they go right here, tell them niggas hollaback

Hit it then I quit then I step like a welcome mat

That 2010 got me feelin' like I'm all of that

Re-Up Gang Trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T

Got my money right, them hater's tight like virginity

They don't understand how I feed off their energy

My table is prepared in the presence of my enemiesI don't what it is, somethin' inside

I need that attention, I just can't hide

Keep hearin' these voices, inside of my mind

Sayin' fuck the rest, it's time to shine

I know that's how the good one's died

But I need that risk I need that drive

I'm stealin' yo bitch I'm stealin' yo grind

Bitches sing this and that's why I'm

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Showin' out lil' mama, showin' out lil' daddy

Songwriters

Williams, Pharrell L / Thornton Jr, Gene Elliott / Thornton, Terrence Le Varr / Mims, MarioPublished by

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