TyFontaine, SportVVS - Show Me lyrics
[TyFontaine, SportVVS - Show Me lyrics]
Bitch, it's HighTide 1800 in this bitch, bro
Ain't nobody gonna fuck with us, man
Got Sportvvs with me, man
(HighTide shit, 1800, ha ha)
Right in the fuckin' studio
You know what I'm sayin'?
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Let's go!
I got pack, she know it's the gas (Price)
She got fatty, it's comin' with ass (Slatt)
Runnin' up bands on the regular, fam'
(Run it up)
She love the print on my monogram bag (Woo)
Spoiled lil' bitch wantin' this and that
(Spoiled)
Flickin' her off 'cause she's a nat
(Flick her) say you got bands, well then
Come here and show me (Bands)
I get it all, break it down with my homies
(Woo, woo)
Speaker Knockerz, got the bands by my lonely
(Yeah! Yeah)
I keep the 9, now I'm feelin' like Tony
(Yeah! Yeah)
She on my dick and she ride like a pony
(Oh oh) feel like Lamar 'cause these
Niggas can't hold me (Yeah! Yeah)
They ain't on my level
You know they below me (Yeah! Yeah)
Got 101 Glocks, now I'm feelin' like Zoe
(Bop, bop, bop, bop)
That boy not my friend 'cause
I know he was phony (Yeah! Yeah)
The fam' first, that's what mama told me
(Told me)
Got big gas when we hop out the Uber (Yeah)
I got a foreign shooter
You could call him Ruger (Ruger)
Smokin' on gas and he smokin' on who?
(Who?) i'm feelin' like Sosa
I might pull up and fool you (Yeah)
They say I'm the shit, now
I feel like manure (Yeah! Yeah)
I be iced out, nigga, shout out my jeweler
(Oh)
Cameraman slide with the blicky, the shooter
(Blick) she suck on my dick like
That hoe was a jeweler (Yeah! Yeah)
She all on my line and she
Say that she miss me (Oh oh)
Number nine jeans and they
Come with the Mickey (Mickey)
She see me in person, say she wanna flick me
(Flick, yeah) these Ksubi jeans on me
Don't fuck with the Dickies (Dickies)
As long as she bad, I'm not too picky (Bad)
She hold it down, she got the Ricky
(Hold it down)
We mix with the Raf and the Monclizzy
Get right to it, I'm stayin' busy
(Get to it)
I throw the bands, now she bussin' it down
She goin' wild, I'm givin' her rounds
(Okay)
She lovin' the fit, she say she aroused
(Love it)
Spanish , go to the South (Let's go)
Live in Miami where the sun be (Miami)
No swimsuit, just the panties (No swimsuit)
All over it, where my hands be (All over it)
In love with the Bentley truck, no Camry
(Let's go)
I got pack, she know it's the gas (Price)
She got fatty, it's comin' with ass (Slatt)
Runnin' up bands on the regular, fam'
(Run it up)
She love the print on my monogram bag (Woo)
Spoiled lil' bitch wantin' this and that
(Spoiled)
Flickin' her off 'cause she's a nat
(Flick her) say you got bands, well then
Come here and show me (Bands)
I get it all, break it down with my homies
(Woo, woo)
Speaker Knockerz, got the bands by my lonely
(Yeah! Yeah)
I keep the 9, now I'm feelin' like Tony
(Yeah! Yeah)
She on my dick and she ride like a pony
(Oh oh) feel like Lamar 'cause these
Niggas can't hold me (Yeah! Yeah)
They ain't on my level
You know they below me (Yeah! Yeah)
Got 101 Glocks, now I'm feelin' like Zoe
(Bop, bop, bop, bop)
That boy not my friend 'cause
I know he was phony (Yeah! Yeah)
The fam' first, that's what mama told me
(Told me)
Ain't nobody gonna fuck with us, man
Got Sportvvs with me, man
(HighTide shit, 1800, ha ha)
Right in the fuckin' studio
You know what I'm sayin'?
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Let's go!
I got pack, she know it's the gas (Price)
She got fatty, it's comin' with ass (Slatt)
Runnin' up bands on the regular, fam'
(Run it up)
She love the print on my monogram bag (Woo)
Spoiled lil' bitch wantin' this and that
(Spoiled)
Flickin' her off 'cause she's a nat
(Flick her) say you got bands, well then
Come here and show me (Bands)
I get it all, break it down with my homies
(Woo, woo)
Speaker Knockerz, got the bands by my lonely
(Yeah! Yeah)
I keep the 9, now I'm feelin' like Tony
(Yeah! Yeah)
She on my dick and she ride like a pony
(Oh oh) feel like Lamar 'cause these
Niggas can't hold me (Yeah! Yeah)
They ain't on my level
You know they below me (Yeah! Yeah)
Got 101 Glocks, now I'm feelin' like Zoe
(Bop, bop, bop, bop)
That boy not my friend 'cause
I know he was phony (Yeah! Yeah)
The fam' first, that's what mama told me
(Told me)
Got big gas when we hop out the Uber (Yeah)
I got a foreign shooter
You could call him Ruger (Ruger)
Smokin' on gas and he smokin' on who?
(Who?) i'm feelin' like Sosa
I might pull up and fool you (Yeah)
They say I'm the shit, now
I feel like manure (Yeah! Yeah)
I be iced out, nigga, shout out my jeweler
(Oh)
Cameraman slide with the blicky, the shooter
(Blick) she suck on my dick like
That hoe was a jeweler (Yeah! Yeah)
She all on my line and she
Say that she miss me (Oh oh)
Number nine jeans and they
Come with the Mickey (Mickey)
She see me in person, say she wanna flick me
(Flick, yeah) these Ksubi jeans on me
Don't fuck with the Dickies (Dickies)
As long as she bad, I'm not too picky (Bad)
She hold it down, she got the Ricky
(Hold it down)
We mix with the Raf and the Monclizzy
Get right to it, I'm stayin' busy
(Get to it)
I throw the bands, now she bussin' it down
She goin' wild, I'm givin' her rounds
(Okay)
She lovin' the fit, she say she aroused
(Love it)
Spanish , go to the South (Let's go)
Live in Miami where the sun be (Miami)
No swimsuit, just the panties (No swimsuit)
All over it, where my hands be (All over it)
In love with the Bentley truck, no Camry
(Let's go)
I got pack, she know it's the gas (Price)
She got fatty, it's comin' with ass (Slatt)
Runnin' up bands on the regular, fam'
(Run it up)
She love the print on my monogram bag (Woo)
Spoiled lil' bitch wantin' this and that
(Spoiled)
Flickin' her off 'cause she's a nat
(Flick her) say you got bands, well then
Come here and show me (Bands)
I get it all, break it down with my homies
(Woo, woo)
Speaker Knockerz, got the bands by my lonely
(Yeah! Yeah)
I keep the 9, now I'm feelin' like Tony
(Yeah! Yeah)
She on my dick and she ride like a pony
(Oh oh) feel like Lamar 'cause these
Niggas can't hold me (Yeah! Yeah)
They ain't on my level
You know they below me (Yeah! Yeah)
Got 101 Glocks, now I'm feelin' like Zoe
(Bop, bop, bop, bop)
That boy not my friend 'cause
I know he was phony (Yeah! Yeah)
The fam' first, that's what mama told me
(Told me)