Bobby Johnson Beats - Lemme Show Ya lyrics

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Bobby Johnson Beats - Lemme Show Ya lyrics

Intro: Yeaaaaah, huh Hahah, Lemme show ya.. How I do it Chorus: k** any beat that I wanna no problem (Lemme show ya how I do it) Walk up in the scene lookin fly as hell (Lemme show ya how I do it) Poppin off parties, smokin' the best marly (Lemme show ya how I do it) Self made music from the crib (Lemme show ya how I do it) Verse: Ima pull up to curb, makin haters swerve Dudes say word, these girls wanna stop And flirt Stop and flirt witta g Matty Means Lame haters put their back to me, back to me But they know my productions of a factory Casually, dishin causalities, ooh wee What up D-pryde, Honey Cocaine About to join ya, no low money no name Lemme show ya how a yellow belly makes a name Lemme show ya how a yellow belly takes the game Seen darker days than macadam, kept rappin Kept at it, kept stashin On ice doin hat tricks, star like Patrick Girls on Matty's mattress Practice keep workin, still servin' (No Tennis) Rhymes by the dozen my cousin Women be lovin, my team be grubbin Chorus: k** any beat that I wanna no problem (Lemme show ya how I do it) Walk up in the scene lookin fly as hell (Lemme show ya how I do it) Poppin off parties, smokin the best marly (Lemme show ya how I do it) Self made music from the crib (Lemme show ya how I do it) Verse 2: Lemme show ya how I do it, show ya how I do it Reconstruct sk**s, like a series of home improvement Is it libido, the ego, that makes me gamble casino Goin wild, act like a child, childish, Gambino Is it my flow or the swag that makes you s** so bad Like a deep throatin who*e beggin more and more Dolla by dolla, floor by floor To go store by store, she wants money to pour Pour and pour, so she'll go to the floor Along with the morals and look, she don't giva f** Priorities way outta order and now she's there stuck Takes notes of the vibe and the way I live And maybe someday you might be half of this kid Doubt it but whatever b**h I'm k**in the beat, wish you was in my seat Take defeat, I'll take victory Chorus: k** any beat that I wanna no problem (Lemme show ya how I do it) Walk up in the scene lookin fly as hell (Lemme show ya how I do it) Poppin off parties, smokin the best marly (Lemme show ya how I do it) Self made music from the crib (Lemme show ya how I do it)

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