Testo First Show - Luh Tyler
Testo della canzone First Show (Luh Tyler), tratta dall'album Mr. Skii
They like "Damn boy you got your own flow, you on some different shit"
This hoe getting on my nerves I need a different bitch
I don't wear designer, I be stepping in some simple shit
Oh yeah, I'm finna pop my shit like a pimple bitch
Tell me how you hating on a nigga you don't even know
Hoes be outchea really cap, call him Pinocchio
I would never switch up on bro, I'm sticking to the code
Niggas hating on my motion, this shit getting old
At my first show I might have your bitch front row
White bitch look like Elsa, had to let her go
I'm really snapping in this rap, just had to let you know
A nigga high but sometimes I be feeling low
I'm tryna run that money up, I need my hunnids all in rows
I'm in Tallahassee nigga with the Seminole's
Got a nigga snapping back to back, I'm really in that mode
Jump inside that Trackhawk and I'ma whip it like some dough
Jump inside that Trackhawk, yeah, you can hear the motor
I've been kissing Mary Jane you can smell the odor
Yeah, I'm steady getting wiser as I'm getting older
I need to go and grab a coat my heart been getting colder
I'm John Cena in this rap, no, you ain't seeing me
This a bad white bitch, she come from Tennessee
I ain't fucking with that jit, he ain't no friend of me
Luh Tyler slapping on the beat you feel the energy
Damn that nigga raw as fuck, I'm already knowing
I was talking to Lennar he told me keep going
I just jump up on the beat and I just keep flowing
I've been running up a check, the money steady growing
I've been running up a check, I want my money tall
I'ma put my nigga on so now we all ball
On all tens, standing tall, I can never fall
A nigga feel like John Wall, I just wanna ball
I be on the paper race getting to the cake
If you ain't on a money chase then we can't relate
A nigga feel like frosted flakes, I've been feeling great
You won't catch me in the mix, a nigga out the way
You can tell a nigga booted, look into my eyes
I be kissing Mary Jane right now we in the sky
Feeling like that guy
Kick that bitch straight out the spot, tell that hoe goodbye
I get dumb on the beat but I be moving wise
You can't see me in this rap, it ain't no need to try
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Writer(s): Christin Nichols, Tyler Meeks
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