Show You How II ft. Xai Vert Lyrics

Xai Vert you made this shit

She check me out I'm where the checks at

They try to take me out, that's just a leg scratch

Split his head for breakfast how his egg cracked

It's suicide, they think they're live until we dead that

Shoot at your top 5, I'mma end that

Try to step in my side, you get sent back

First time he crossed the line, I threw the red flag

We got his arm, leg, and thigh, that pussy bled bad

Dead pool, it's gon' be a blood bath, for your ex man

Dropped a pin, we locked it in, soon as I got a text back

Navy blue yankee, you won't catch me with no Mets cap

Give and go and pick and roll

I gave my bro the chest pass

Married to the strap, I start letting it ring

That ass ain't a snack, it's a vending machine

Pockets straight

Marvin Gaye, she want sexual healing (have you)

Ever got face in outer space, it's a wonderful feeling

I know it's been a lil minute

Fine shawty, where's your mister

Pull up bumpin' Sade

But your favorite hit from jigga

We gettin older now

I see you grinding to your figure

Can you show me how

You look exactly like your pictures

We been outside

This is grown man business

Be my housewife

And let me eat it in the kitchen

I got sticks and drums

Got me sharing all this chicken

Three this the one

Xai tell 'em how we living yeah

Loose off the goose, I alley-oop it to my bro

She lick the gooch after I lick the cooch and sent her to the store

Ya'll be switching into bitches

Like look, I spot some hoes

Put a barrel on the bro

Like look, I got your nose

3 got his ear to the streets

You put no fear into me

She spilled some beer on the seat

She rub my beard and my meat

I call her freaky mami

She call me weird and unique

I dick her deep into sleep

She slipped my drink with some E

If I can't control all this then I am hitting delete

Two 4's with me like it's Christmas Eve

Hit his Adam's apple, we done turned that bitch to Eve

And my boy resting in peace, he in a different sleep

Store ran out of sprite, so I got Sierra Mist

Shawty dutty wine, something like Ciara hips

More like Shakira, I let her steer the whip

She got no fear when I let the spirit out from within

I know it's been a lil minute

Fine shawty, where's your mister

Pull up bumpin' Sade

But your favorite hit from jigga

We gettin older now

I see you grinding to your figure

Can you show me how

You look exactly like your pictures

We been outside

This is grown man business

Be my housewife

And let me eat it in the kitchen

I got sticks and drums

Got me sharing all this chicken

Three this the one

Xai tell 'em how we living yeah

I told my younger self

Love is the only way

Family is the only way

Money is the only way

I told my younger self

Do whatever you can to stay

But whatever you do

Don't come back

What you say again

I said thanks sugar daddy