lirik lagu big yavo - show ya something
[intro]
uh
let’s go
(vee dozier, that b~tch hard)
ayy
[chorus]
n~gga, i get in the booth and show you some sh~t (show you some)
i ain’t think i was gon’ blow with this sh~t (ain’t think i was gon’ blow with this sh~t)
ayy, widebody show you how low it can get (skrrt)
n~gga, f~ck rain, flame make it snow in this b~tch (snow)
don’t stop me, bro, l’ma go in this b~tch (b~tch)
we bumpin’ fire, pour up some more in this green (green)
b~tch, i got style, baby, these mornin’ slips (style)
shoot your ass down, bro bet’ not mug or flinch (flinch)
[verse]
bro bet’ not mug in this b~tch
lil’ bruh got the bl!ck (step out) and he shoot that b~tch ’til it cl!ck (cl!ck, bah)
bae, your n~gga ain’t on sh~t, he late on his rent (rent, yeah) and he pillow talk like a b~tch (b~tch, p~ssy)
boy, you could get k!lled for them clothes
better put on your own (own), stop wearin’ your homeboy fit (fit, p~ssy)
’cause you don’t know what he bе on, but got on his clothes, your ass almost got drenched (drеnched, p~ssy)
ayy, your ass almost got wet, dummy (dumbass)
diamonds on your chest (diamonds)
he take sh~t on in the flesh (drippy)
baby girl say, “you so fresh” (spiffy)
ayy, he say he gon’ catch you, then he paranoid, “they out to get me” (me)
need me a baby wipe, this zaza sticky (sticky)
i was just broke, i got up and fixed me (uh, yay, what you doin’?)
two inches, three feet (bah, b~tch, i feel good)
beat it like billie jean (yeah, beat)
sellin’ that dough, man, i’m just tryna buy celine (dough)
don’t want no hemi, my folks got that good lean (got)
hang with stones just like a good dream (stone)
turn you to dairy, buddy make swiss cheese (grrt)
these n~ggas be scary, lil boy’ can’t f~ck with me (scary)
no nba, this glock hold a .33 (glock hold a .33)
[chorus]
n~gga, i get in the booth and show you some sh~t (show you some)
i ain’t think i was gon’ blow with this sh~t (i didn’t)
ayy, widebody show you how low it can get (skrrt)
n~gga, f~ck rain, flame make it snow in this b~tch (b~tch)
don’t stop me, bro, l’ma go in this b~tch (don’t go)
we bumpin’ fire, pour up some more in this green (oh, nope)
b~tch, i got style, baby, these mornin’ slips (style)
shoot your ass down, bro bet’ not mug or flinch (flinch)
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