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league of starz – show sumn lyrics

[produced by dnyc3 and trend]

[hook: skeme]
baby i be out’chea thuggin’
you wanna real n-gga, b-tch you ain’t said nothin’
no money, that’s end of discussion
man f-ck all the talkin’, b-tch show a n-gga somethin’, huh
b-tch show a n-gga somethin’, huh
b-tch show a n-gga somethin’, uhh
baby i be out’chea thuggin’
man f-ck all the talkin’, b-tch show a n-gga somethin’, huh

[verse 1: skeme]
f-cked up, towed back
only thing on my mind, where the hoes at
hater mad, and he say “he want his ho back
he tryna’ keep this sh-t, i gave that n-gga a ho jack
shut up b-tch, go ahead and poke it
you ain’t had d-ck, so the wood n-gga stroke it
that -ss shake like it’s in and out of focus
turn that dime b-tch to a fiend off of dope dock

[verse 2: problem]
comptown ca, running like a relay
money make yo’ b-tch bring it back, like a replay
hit yo’ ho raw, yeah i be like that
i’m about to make yo’ ho c-m, yeah she be right back, in a minute
give her a molly, if she timid
play one of my songs, watch the b-tch get it
popping that thing like a pill
he won’t l!ck your -ss, i will
(haha, look at they face when i say man, ah f-ck it! what!)

[hook]

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
towed back, f-cked up
smoking green, codeine in a double cup
throw them moles on the stove, let ’em bubble up
pull a fo, drink ’em both like n-gga what
i seen a b-tch, so thick, oh sh-t
drugged up, so i hit ‘er with the dope d-ck
super blunted, stay one hunnid, like 4 bricks
ridin’ on them handle bars, when i wrote this, what

[verse 4: jay rock]
(i’m just a eastside n-gga!!) and she know i’m with the sh-t
project baby, yeah, she know i got stick
woah, meet her every time with the stroke
got 36 ounces, baby know i got blow, yeah
first 40, ate the p-ssy on sight
have her homegirls doin’ search party for the swipe
yeah, girl i got it like that
got a boomerang thing, so i know she coming right back
rock!

[hook]

[verse 5: gl-sses malone]
i’m all, the way, wit it
dinner full of digits, talk it how i live it
n-gga gotta’ get it, free my n-gga 50
new snapback, got it so low, the fitted
i done stole all the wh0r-s, yeah n-gga, even yours
had to eat the p-ssy, since you wouldn’t eat it for ‘er
tell ‘er, run it, run it, run it, yeah n-gga call me forbes
get you smacked for that fresh pair of jordans

[verse 6: bad lucc]
ay, i tell ‘er paint my face
she said “the homies tellin'”, b-tch that ain’t my case
she heard i never eat it, b-tch i ain’t that fake
she took a look at the snake, b-tch i ain’t that jake
cuz i’mma, sick n-gga, swig hitter
honey flipper, i’m bad lucc, the b-tch kisser
i’m talkin’ chicken, outer leggings, she a swish hitter
she seen her n-gga do his thing, but i want this n-gga, yeah

[hook]

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