ThouxanBanFauni - Show and Tell lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - Show and Tell lyrics]
You book me then you gotta
Book my shooter too
That's the whole gang, lil hoe plus two
Double cup runneth over cup holder
It hold my juice
Ballin is a hobby bitch, it ain't no excuse
I'm having vanity affairs with
These Vogue hoes
ATL, then Miami, then it's SoHo
I forgot her name so I had
Got her ass a snowglobe
Take your presents, got a stick
It's like the North pole
I left them SK8-Hi's for them Margielas
And she say I'm different
But feelings for these hoes
You know I'm distant
Don't tell 'em where I get it
You wouldn't know the difference
She say I came back something
New she thinks something's missin'
Miss me with that missin'
That third cup repetition
I'm bowlin, I'm golfin'
Ayy bitch, I be pitchin'
My partner got a 9 in that Saint Laurent
You call it what you want
You need more than you want
Can't let it take control
I gotta keep a pole
I know these niggas out to get me
These niggas patrol
The last thing I need is for
These kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets i'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm tryna make them bands
Them commas, racks, a couple figures
But I need to be forever
Remembered in them pictures
Malcolm X and APC, need jeans by any means
Young Martin Luther Lean
She see me with them keys
I skrt off with them keys
I just thought I'd let you know
I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know
Let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know
Let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my woe I let it go
Thought I'd let you know, in case shit go woe
I might have to let that little bitch blow
I just thought I'd let you know
I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
(I let it go)
Book my shooter too
That's the whole gang, lil hoe plus two
Double cup runneth over cup holder
It hold my juice
Ballin is a hobby bitch, it ain't no excuse
I'm having vanity affairs with
These Vogue hoes
ATL, then Miami, then it's SoHo
I forgot her name so I had
Got her ass a snowglobe
Take your presents, got a stick
It's like the North pole
I left them SK8-Hi's for them Margielas
And she say I'm different
But feelings for these hoes
You know I'm distant
Don't tell 'em where I get it
You wouldn't know the difference
She say I came back something
New she thinks something's missin'
Miss me with that missin'
That third cup repetition
I'm bowlin, I'm golfin'
Ayy bitch, I be pitchin'
My partner got a 9 in that Saint Laurent
You call it what you want
You need more than you want
Can't let it take control
I gotta keep a pole
I know these niggas out to get me
These niggas patrol
The last thing I need is for
These kids tryna be like me
I'm in the streets i'm in the block
I'm really off this lean
I ain't no icon, I ain't even no figure
I'm tryna make them bands
Them commas, racks, a couple figures
But I need to be forever
Remembered in them pictures
Malcolm X and APC, need jeans by any means
Young Martin Luther Lean
She see me with them keys
I skrt off with them keys
I just thought I'd let you know
I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know
Let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
I just thought I'd let you know
Let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my woe I let it go
Thought I'd let you know, in case shit go woe
I might have to let that little bitch blow
I just thought I'd let you know
I let that tech show
A nigga tryna run up on my partner let it go
(I let it go)