Luyện nghe bài hát Show Your A**

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

me, I'm the man
You need a hand boo I got a couple of
Dayton's on ya feet, in ya piece
And I the way ya ass move to the beat
You a freak, somethin' you can be
Keep playin' me, then I gotta hit ya peeps
The girls me, 'cause I'm from the streets
In the bed, I'm goin' thirty at

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

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

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

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

Niggaz in the place, all up in my
Somebody touch my ass I might to catch a case
let the face fool ya, I'll give it to ya
Peel a right jab like Zab Jooda
I say what I mean, what I say
You wanna fuck with me, you pay like you weigh
No shame in my game, if you hang
Get the fuck up out my and let me do my thang
Now

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

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

Gon' hit the flo', hit the flo'
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, the fact
me a Coupe and several hoes, I'll brag
Yeah, I got a grammar, some say country
But the is none of y'all gettin' money
I to stay humble but her ass rumble
her the ball, guaranteed she gon' fumble

Skin denim, fat ass in 'em
I can by the way he lookin' at me I can pimp him
This nigga Lame, he got no game
His shoes ran over a fake ass chain
big spenders, on my agenda
Get him to surrender, than December
I'm my stilettos, box of Ameretto's
Before the night is I'ma probably have to check hoes
Now

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

Show ass
your ass
Show ass
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