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SHOW ME Video (MV)




Performed By: Kris the $pirit
Length: 2:35
Written by: LENE DISSING, JOHN GORDON




Kris the $pirit - SHOW ME Lyrics




Raff all on me and my Ralph
Two bitches and me on the couch
Dolo I'm all in they mouth
Tellin' em stories man this what I'm bout
We were trappin' out the house
Devan never let me out
We were bumping Project Pat
Juicy J nobody else
Gucci GG on my belt
Versace shades all on my face
Bape boxers with the cop stopper tucked momma didn't raise me this way
Niggas were blocking my route
All I wanted was the chains
All wanted was the rings
All I wanted was the wraith
(Skrt)
Nigga did it for the clout
I was chopping in the rain
How to get it in a drought
Crooked showed me couple ways
Gutter serving all the fiends yeah
Product all stuffed in my jeans yeah
Product of all that I seen yeah
Atelier we the regime yeah
Police wanna kill the dream
Pussy niggas plotting hoping that I cease
They hope over dose here a another bean
Give em cigarettes inhaling nicotine
But I won't ever fail extra magazines
I'mma give em hell Freddy Kruger dreams
I don't shoot and tell
I just let it be
Coming through the hell
Fire with a priest and a baby mamma tell her get up on her knees yeah
I'm a need millions like Ebenezer Scrooge

Leaning on I ain't got nothing to lose
A sinners shoulder I condone all the things I show ya
Poppin' xannys, sipping lean
Pop that asset, let me see
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Leaning on a sinners shoulder,
I condone all the things I show ya
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
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Raff all on me and my Ralph
Two bitches and me on the couch
Dolo I'm all in they mouth
Tellin' em stories man this what I'm bout
We were trappin' out the house
Devan never let me out
We were bumping Project Pat
Juicy J nobody else
Gucci GG on my belt
Versace shades all on my face
Bape boxers with the cop stopper tucked momma didn't raise me this way
Niggas were blocking my route
All I wanted was the chains
All wanted was the rings
All I wanted was the wraith
(Skrt)
Nigga did it for the clout
I was chopping in the rain
How to get it in a drought
Crooked showed me couple ways
Gutter serving all the fiends yeah
Product all stuffed in my jeans yeah
Product of all that I seen yeah
Atelier we the regime yeah
Police wanna kill the dream
Pussy niggas plotting hoping that I cease
They hope over dose here a another bean
Give em cigarettes inhaling nicotine
But I won't ever fail extra magazines
I'mma give em hell Freddy Kruger dreams
I don't shoot and tell
I just let it be
Coming through the hell
Fire with a priest and a baby mamma tell her get up on her knees yeah
I'm a need millions like Ebenezer Scrooge

Leaning on I ain't got nothing to lose
A sinners shoulder I condone all the things I show ya
Poppin' xannys, sipping lean
Pop that asset, let me see
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Leaning on a sinners shoulder,
I condone all the things I show ya
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
Show me, show me, show me, yeah
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Writer: LENE DISSING, JOHN GORDON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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