Yeah
NSE
You already know we giving it up
Pay attention
She say daddy do me nasty f**k me harder
I eat that p***y my chin dripping off that water
I told my homie just last week stay off that corner
He like a zombie off that tunchi Dwayne Carter
The way she shake that a** you think that she had parkins
This double R so big I pulled up double parkd it
Trade some head for peace of mind like it's a barter
She so bad like Michael jack
Look what you started
Aye
All these racks on me I'm throwing money at the ceiling
Haters see me
See me doing me then somehow get all salty
I walk in smooth criminal
Hit targets wit no warning
I'm so hot
It feel warmer
My flow dumb
Go retarted
My city know me
Who is you tho
My new chick thick and badder than my old h**
B***h I'm litt I just drip my rist so froze
Ni**a you broke you ain't on sh*t
You don't get no dough
Stop the cappin
Lex my fix my crown
King of this rap sh*t
That's a fact
I'm on that sh*t too
I pull up them things go BLAATT....
I go get to the money and count up them racks
Hottest in my city tatted cross my chest
Who wan' test that
Checking for me where ya' check at
I want ya' head goons right where ya neck at
It ain't my business I won't stress that
Something on my chest I'ma address that
No talking bout it tho'
Pull up where ya address at
And that's where you rest at n***a
HnR logos all in the photos
The way I'm ballin' it's like 4th quarter MJ in '94
Copy that 10-4
We enter through the back door
Leave out wit' ya' main thing
And all her friends for the gang
NSE the team
I remember back when all this sh*t was just a dream
In them trenches with that white girl, talking Billie jean
Now we out them streets and all up on them tv screens
Gotta go get it by any means
Facts
(Hold up lemme' fix my sh*t)
Ballin hard these chicks on me when I step in
I got rackies in my pocket
My best friend Benjamin
Never heard of these n****s
I dont know who they is
Shorty bad she a 10
Baby damn where ya man
Huuh
My jewels lit check
Haters pissed check
Check where ya chick at
N***a where ya check at
I need big racks
These suckas are not f'n wit' me and that's big facts
Oh you's a hater huh
The way I'm grindn' like a skater
I get paper no debating na
My team winning
Like a mirror yu can face it yea
You want ya shot you gotta take it
BOOOWW!
Deon Nevasleep - Showtime Lyrics
Deon Nevasleep - Showtime Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Yeah
NSE
You already know we giving it up
Pay attention
She say daddy do me nasty f**k me harder
I eat that p***y my chin dripping off that water
I told my homie just last week stay off that corner
He like a zombie off that tunchi Dwayne Carter
The way she shake that a** you think that she had parkins
This double R so big I pulled up double parkd it
Trade some head for peace of mind like it's a barter
She so bad like Michael jack
Look what you started
Aye
All these racks on me I'm throwing money at the ceiling
Haters see me
See me doing me then somehow get all salty
I walk in smooth criminal
Hit targets wit no warning
I'm so hot
It feel warmer
My flow dumb
Go retarted
My city know me
Who is you tho
My new chick thick and badder than my old h**
B***h I'm litt I just drip my rist so froze
Ni**a you broke you ain't on sh*t
You don't get no dough
Stop the cappin
Lex my fix my crown
King of this rap sh*t
That's a fact
I'm on that sh*t too
I pull up them things go BLAATT....
I go get to the money and count up them racks
Hottest in my city tatted cross my chest
Who wan' test that
Checking for me where ya' check at
I want ya' head goons right where ya neck at
It ain't my business I won't stress that
Something on my chest I'ma address that
No talking bout it tho'
Pull up where ya address at
And that's where you rest at n***a
HnR logos all in the photos
The way I'm ballin' it's like 4th quarter MJ in '94
Copy that 10-4
We enter through the back door
Leave out wit' ya' main thing
And all her friends for the gang
NSE the team
I remember back when all this sh*t was just a dream
In them trenches with that white girl, talking Billie jean
Now we out them streets and all up on them tv screens
Gotta go get it by any means
Facts
(Hold up lemme' fix my sh*t)
Ballin hard these chicks on me when I step in
I got rackies in my pocket
My best friend Benjamin
Never heard of these n****s
I dont know who they is
Shorty bad she a 10
Baby damn where ya man
Huuh
My jewels lit check
Haters pissed check
Check where ya chick at
N***a where ya check at
I need big racks
These suckas are not f'n wit' me and that's big facts
Oh you's a hater huh
The way I'm grindn' like a skater
I get paper no debating na
My team winning
Like a mirror yu can face it yea
You want ya shot you gotta take it
BOOOWW!
NSE
You already know we giving it up
Pay attention
She say daddy do me nasty f**k me harder
I eat that p***y my chin dripping off that water
I told my homie just last week stay off that corner
He like a zombie off that tunchi Dwayne Carter
The way she shake that a** you think that she had parkins
This double R so big I pulled up double parkd it
Trade some head for peace of mind like it's a barter
She so bad like Michael jack
Look what you started
Aye
All these racks on me I'm throwing money at the ceiling
Haters see me
See me doing me then somehow get all salty
I walk in smooth criminal
Hit targets wit no warning
I'm so hot
It feel warmer
My flow dumb
Go retarted
My city know me
Who is you tho
My new chick thick and badder than my old h**
B***h I'm litt I just drip my rist so froze
Ni**a you broke you ain't on sh*t
You don't get no dough
Stop the cappin
Lex my fix my crown
King of this rap sh*t
That's a fact
I'm on that sh*t too
I pull up them things go BLAATT....
I go get to the money and count up them racks
Hottest in my city tatted cross my chest
Who wan' test that
Checking for me where ya' check at
I want ya' head goons right where ya neck at
It ain't my business I won't stress that
Something on my chest I'ma address that
No talking bout it tho'
Pull up where ya address at
And that's where you rest at n***a
HnR logos all in the photos
The way I'm ballin' it's like 4th quarter MJ in '94
Copy that 10-4
We enter through the back door
Leave out wit' ya' main thing
And all her friends for the gang
NSE the team
I remember back when all this sh*t was just a dream
In them trenches with that white girl, talking Billie jean
Now we out them streets and all up on them tv screens
Gotta go get it by any means
Facts
(Hold up lemme' fix my sh*t)
Ballin hard these chicks on me when I step in
I got rackies in my pocket
My best friend Benjamin
Never heard of these n****s
I dont know who they is
Shorty bad she a 10
Baby damn where ya man
Huuh
My jewels lit check
Haters pissed check
Check where ya chick at
N***a where ya check at
I need big racks
These suckas are not f'n wit' me and that's big facts
Oh you's a hater huh
The way I'm grindn' like a skater
I get paper no debating na
My team winning
Like a mirror yu can face it yea
You want ya shot you gotta take it
BOOOWW!
Writer: DEON TOWNSEND
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave