Juicy J - Show Out (Bosa & Andy Visceral Trap Remix) lyrics

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Juicy J - Show Out (Bosa & Andy Visceral Trap Remix) lyrics

Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Trippy n***as and a few hoes One night, two shows That's two mansions and a team expansion Thumbin' through a check, got me sweatin and pantin' When you getting money chicks start coming around n***as start hatin' who's holdin' you down All this ice I'm just livin the life Bad b**hes want me, give me head like lice Hit club LIV in a rush Pockets so swole I think they finna bust Ace in my hand and a 45 tuck Money coming down codeine pourin up Smokin on some dope, always on a float 20 years in n***as callin me the G.O.A.T Money adding up you haters going broke Still in the game while you n***as ridin old See me showin out they muggin I dont give a f** How I start my morning off a zip and a double cup Hating a** n***as, y'all behind me Ball so hard they want to fine me Juicy J, Taylor Gang I been rich since the 90's Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out All these ratchets hoes say I ain't sh** Well, at least I ain't broke ho Stackin paper like old folks And you still stayin with your old folks She a fan, that's fantastic, poppin zany's, that's zantastic Gettin rich, band-tastic, white girls like Anne Hatha- Way going, way out, they wait for my bandwagon She let me bang and I ain't got a bandana Ooh (Freaky) that's just how I move Fast girls, fast money, no more fast food Came up first cla**, my pa**port gettin tattooed (boi) Young a** playa doing everything that I have to So everytime I go out... Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out I got some bad b**hes with me Say they like Rihanna love Whitney She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50 She say anything, yeah b**h a kidney Everytime I go out, you know I bring that dough out Finesse is on a milli, it lookin like a blowout 100 b**hes with me, look like I left the ho house 100 racks with me, look like I left the blow house Now we poppin bottles, they came with the sparkles Got my n***as with me, they came with them yoppers Got a few ratchets, even a couple models 20 car caravan, I bet they gon follow, ugh Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I bring the dough out Everytime they go out, you know they bring they ho out Everytime I go out, you know I bring that flow out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out Everytime I go out, you know I gotta show out

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