Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your A**

Come on,
Come on,
Come on,
on, ay

me, I'm the man
You need a boo I got a couple of grand
on ya feet, diamonds in ya piece
And I like the way ya ass move to the
You a freak, that's you can be
Keep playin' with me, then I gotta hit ya
The girls love me, 'cause I'm the streets
In the bed, I'm thirty at least

Show-offs on the cap, her ass fat
It's so big she gon' let me hit it from the
Not she a rat, she suckin' on my tat
I gotta rub her, so there's wrong with that
The weed hold that, the blunt that
And when you give me head, don't hold back
Where your at, lickin' the Kodak
And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo
Now

Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'

Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the

I hops out the Jag, pocket full of
Wish your ho would try to jump she bad
Jeans fittin' tight, weave right
The way I feel my ass make the blow they cash
Step up in the party, the Bacardi
Betta watch your man 'cause I'm feelin' naughty
I'm lookin' to my left, over to my
I head to the flo', time to get this hype

Niggaz in the place, all up in my
Somebody touch my ass I might have to catch a
Don't let the face ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a right hand jab Zab Jooda
I say I mean, mean what I say
You wanna fuck me, you gotta pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you hang
Get the up out my face and let me do my thang
Now

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, gon' hit the

Show your ass, gon' hit the
your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'

Gon' hit the flo', gon' hit the
Well, I out the 'Lac, diamond in the back
You can by the way I made 'Tipsy', I'm a mack
Show-off in fad, show-off the
me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, say it's country
But the truth is none of y'all gettin'
I tried to stay but her ass rumble
her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

Skin denim, fat ass in 'em
I can tell by the way he at me I can pimp him
This Herre Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over a fake ass chain
Never big spenders, on my
Get him to surrender, colder December
I'm rockin' my stilettos, box of
Before the night is I'ma probably have to check hoes
Now

your ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show ass, gon' hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
your ass, gon' hit the flo'

Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, hit the flo'
Show your ass, gon' hit the
Show your ass, gon' hit the

your ass
Show ass
Show ass
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