Let It Show - Big K.R.I.T.
[Intro:]
Yeah man
Motherf_ckers tell me
I cuss too much in my motherf_ckin' lyrics
I ain't f_ck no p_ssy ass motherf_ckers man
That's how I feel
I let it show, sh_t
I let it show, yeah
I let it show
I might chill all night
[Verse 1:]
You think you are ballin' but you ain't even hit the court
I throw money at b_tches like you would think it's a sport
We pop bottles and be out like like we just wanna rain
Big [?] or models, they twerk that p_ssy all the same
I got two gold chains, and two bad b_tches
All these bands in my pockets, it's hard to pull up my britches
I put the "K" in Kountry
I put the "P" in pimpin'
I give a f_ck what you think, shorty
And f_ck how you're feelin'
[Hook:]
I let it show (yeah-h-h) [x3]
I might chill all night
With the highs and lows
[Verse 2:]
You don't pay my bills, you don't write these songs
You don't know my life, naw b_tch I'm grown
You can hold them rocks
You can throw that salt
If the ho chose me, pimpin', it ain't my fault
I got two old schools, one for the boppers
And one with the engine that get away from them coppers
I put the "B" in bumpin'
I put the dub in whippin'
I give a f_ck what you think, shorty
And f_ck how you're feelin'
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Tell Def Jam run that bread, I don't give a f_ck
Drop top, goods, b_tch I gave my whip a tummy-tuck, uhh
I beat that p_ssy like it ain't the same, shorty
Sh_t, you might just put my name on it
Roll around town like I own the whole city
F_ck the hotel, brung the whole club with
Lame motherf_ckers, gotta get 'em out my way
I got a new bad b_tch like I get married everyday
I ain't no trapper, I ain't no rapper so don't push me to no killer
This money is a jungle, I'm a silverback gorilla
The house sit on some pillars
I'm knockin' doors down like my trunk pacific rim
[Hook]
[Outro:]
I might chill all night, with the highs and lows
I might chill all night, with the wives and [?]
I might chill all night night, with the neon glows
I might chill all night, with your wife and your ho
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