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**** Show (Explicit) - Kodak Black/Veeze/Lil Yachty
Lyrics by:Peter Iskander/Bill K. Kapri/Miles Parks McCollum/Karon Malcolm Vantrees/Mikey Samuels II
Composed by:Peter Iskander/Bill K. Kapri/Miles Parks McCollum/Karon Malcolm Vantrees/Mikey Samuels II
Produced by:SMPLGTWY/ANDRO47/Peter Iskander
Bust a NOLA down
Bust it
Switches on the blickies hit it make the motor sound
Hit it
Make it automatic Maybach came with a tab
Yeah
And them gassin' I get high and pray it's everlastin'
Whatever
Broke some mama hearts nigga tore apart some families
Yeah
When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show nigga
When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show
It feel good in the hood we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants make him dance nigga disco
Backin' away from smuts got to be careful who you love
Got to keep it tucked watchin' who you give your trust
Three-point-five stuffed blunt huff huff huff puff
Be my ice crushed up double cup stuffed
Knuck if you buck nigga jump and get mugged
You can look but don't touch baby unless you tryin' to ****
Soon a nigga say it's up I'll be right on his butt
Nigga ain't want to shut up I sent him right with his bro
How a nigga say it's up?
Hе outside without no gun
Bah bah
Baby want to see my sauce I say she must be on hard drugs
I go to the mall with twenty-thousand ain't even have the **** I want
Ain't even get drunk he bring that wockhard back he got it
Bust a NOLA down Bust it
Switches on the blickies hit it make the motor sound
Hit it
Make it automatic Maybach came with a tab
Yeah
And them gassin' I get high and pray it's everlastin'
Whatever
Broke some mama hearts nigga tore apart some families
Yeah
When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show nigga
When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show
It feel good in the hood we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants make him dance nigga disco
It's us
Ain't back and forth with none of these niggas these boys be piss poor
Slippin' and slidin' **** get violent I'm tryin' to hit a ho'
Brr
All of my h*es be teamed up I move like Derrick Rose
Brr
I'll beef with the IRS I don't beef with no nigga who break down bowls
Brr
Paid twenty-five thousand on phones
My dog keep gettin' sent straight to the hole
I'll **** a ***** nut in her soul primetime beat up the role
Dickridin' niggas is h*es ***** slap her head up his ho'
If it's up it'll not make it in post
Right right
Niggas want me broke niggas want me dead
Right right
***** I put you on don't let it go to your head
Right right
That wocky felt like floor I still ain't seen a bed
Right right
I'm quick to cut a ho' head it's us I ain't never said
Bust a NOLA down Bust it
Switches on the blickies hit it make the motor sound
Hit it
Make it automatic Maybach came with a tab
Yeah
And them gassin' I get high and pray it's everlastin'
Whatever
Broke some mama hearts nigga tore apart some families
Yeah
When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show nigga
When I see you nigga it's gon' be a **** show
It feel good in the hood we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants make him dance nigga disco