Show Me

And if she love me she gone show me

And if she love me she gone show me

And if she love me she gone show me

And if she love me she gone show me

Early morn'
Go Birkin from now on
Your Kelly crocodile showing
I hit that Rocky Balboa'nn
And she called me upset
But I just banged it
Get the dial tone
Big Doggy like I found home
Ain't nan nigga taking Trayle's own
I can't hear these pussy niggas
Ask em can ya hear holmes
That bitch
She give real dome
She cum and get sent home
I cum on her cheek bones
Bachdoor he got three phones
The snow it be free for him
He scored check his three form
Shot me I was reborn
Wocky moving ass niggas I can't be around ya
They said that his watch was fake
And I know that they clowned ya
Fake watch buster
Percs, wok plus the
Weed that we was smoking
Yeaa
Had to stop talking to the bitch
Kus baby got me open
Glock that came with a switch
The store no longer open
Don't ask me where I got my shit
The store no longer open
Should be happy now I'm rapping
I'm no longer poking
Baby that's fat its poking
He was just craxk flowing
Up it back blowing
Going nowhere, where you going
Come with me wherever I'm doing
Tryna steal my heart I'm suing
Big Backdoor Patrick Ewing
I ain't know this bitch was yours
Her nigga boring yawn
Fake grass in front my lawn
A queen this bitch a pawn
She gone suck my John Sean
Trapped at the Exxon
This bitch a bird swan
My young tenderloin
She put my shirts on
Yea
When I go fuck my younger bitch
She put that Durk on yea
All inside my closet
Putting my Tom Ford shirts on
Baby gave me knowledge
Act like I'm her first born
Said I couldn't press record
Now she saying we made a porn Four



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Trayle Bell
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