Yeat, Weiland - Showin Out lyrics

Fuck it, let's shoot yeah, yeah
Ginseng

Bought that bitch a Birkin
Bag for her birthday
If givin' head was a sport
She'd get first place
Dior boots on, look like I'm from outer space
If you talkin' shit, I spread
Them rackies in your face, yeah
Her fit, damn, this bitch got expensive taste

Boy, we got some Armani
So, we throw it in her face, huh
Walk up in it, they saw me
Whole damn spot, we gon' take your place, huh
On the block, got a chop', 'bout to double up
Got some demons on me, 'bout to trouble up
Mm
In this shit, better shut your mouth (O oh)
Hop in the club with thеm hunnids
We throwin' out

I fell in love with thеse
Drugs in the crib tonight i fell in love
Been addicted to drugs tonight
I fell in love
Been addicted to drugs tonight
I fell in love
Been addicted to drugs tonight
Throw that shit up
(Throw that shit up tonight)
Throw that shit up
(We gon' throw that shit up tonight)
Throwin' it up (Throw that shit up tonight)
Throwin' it up
(We gon' throw that shit up tonight)

Rock around in the club with it (Uh)
Oh yeah, we know you not with it (Uh)
Fuck it, I'm rockin' the fitted (Uh)
Fuck it, I'm runnin' my city (Uh, yeah yeah)
Diamonds on my money, bankroll (yeah yeah)
Had to steal your bitch, look at my ego
Yeah, been gettin' money, so they know my ego
(Uh) gonna fly this shit, Taliban
Feel like an eagle
Bust down my wrist, so it feel like an igloo
I showed you already
But you know this shit move (O oh)
I've been on too many Xs
I feel like I'm dizzy, i got a cold

Bought that bitch a Birkin
Bag for her birthday
If givin' head was a sport
She'd get first place
Dior boots on, look like I'm from outer space
If you talkin' shit, I spread
Them rackies in your face, yeah
Her fit, damn, this bitch got expensive taste