Show Out

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Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out
 I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
 Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out
 I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
 (Show out)
 Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
 (Show out)
 I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow
 (Show out)
 Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
 (Show out)
 I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow
 I got lots of gwalla, I spend it
 I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending
 Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach
 Like Roscoe why you grunt so hard? I'm like I'm tryna get it
 And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks
 But you know that I blew it
 Hit the blunt and threw it, that's just how we do it
 V.I.P. with M.M.I. you know we gon be stupid
 You know I make it rain hoe
 Goosey by the bottle, blowin' fruity like a mango
 Gone and catch this change hoe, yeah we in this thang hoe
 It's R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I'm headed for the fame hoe
 Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out
 I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
 Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out
 I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
 (Show out)
 Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
 (Show out)
 I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow
 (Show out)
 Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
 (Show out)
 I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow
 Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out
 Inhale the kush then I blow out
 SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out
 Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out
 We don't even go out, all she do is hoe out
 I don't even know her and I fucked her, what you know 'bout that?
 See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks
 Now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin' big mac
 And every time she place her order, I beat her then deport her
 I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter
 Shawty bad, she expensive, so you prolly couldn't afford her
 But every time I see her it's crunch time
 Like we in the fourth quarter and I'm gone
 Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out
 I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
 Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out
 I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
 (Show out)
 Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
 (Show out)
 I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow
 (Show out)
 Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas
 (Show out)
 I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow
 Show out, all I do is show out
 Watch me while I show out
 Roscoe Dash a show out
 Show out, show out, show out
 Show out, show out, show out
 Show out, show out, show out, show out
 Show out, show out, show out, show out
 Show out, show out, show out, show out
 I show out, I show out
 

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Duration
03:21
Key
11
Tempo
145 BPM

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