Testo SHOWED HIS HAND - Warhol.SS
Testo della canzone SHOWED HIS HAND (Warhol.SS), tratta dall'album STUDIO 54
Yeah, uh, hell yeah
Aye
Uh
Aye
I call her my bitch, then she ain't gotta chip in wit' it
True life shit gettin' realer and realer
Stuffed my safe till the shit won't fit
So I went and bought a vault just to hide out in it
Three letters, ARP, I don't hide from no nigga
Only shit gettin' hid, nigga hidin' they bitches
Lil' compact, but this bitch a four-nick'
They gon' step outta love, I don't pay for a hit
And they know that
Serve rich junkies like Kodak
That bitch never had no self-respect, she get walked on like a doormat
Niggas got hats, but he got no money
See, it's a difference, my niggas got both
He can't hold no water for nothin'
Been showed his hand, nigga must be slow
Yeah, aye
Lil' nigga loafin', I'm locked in, focused
They put me up there on the podium
I drop a eight in a liter, it's one more eight
Finna shoot to the store again
Tried, he died, he played, he laid
The opps act like they don't know him
Nigga way too friendly, it's way too easy
Bro say, "Fuck it, let's do him"
Pineapple Fanta, I turn it to whiskey, I'm fightin' the pain
Bitch got a head on her shoulders
Goin' too crazy, I'm pushin' her, fightin' the brain
If you chargin' the high, then I would advise to not even come my way
Folks in a mission for licks, and they ain't into waitin'
They tryna take somethin' today
Set up a play, I was way out the way
I ain't gotta be too close for nothin'
I done seen niggas reach the top then fall
Yo' number get called, then you better ball or somethin'
Aye, go get a bucket, I know how to hustle, I turn me a buck to a hundred
She talkin' in future, I think she ahead of herself, I was switchin' the subject
I call her my bitch, then she ain't gotta chip in wit' it
True life shit gettin' realer and realer
Stuffed my safe till the shit won't fit
So I went and bought a vault just to hide out in it
Three letters, ARP, I don't hide from no nigga
Only shit gettin' hid, nigga hidin' they bitches
Lil' compact but this bitch a four-nick'
They gon' step outta love, I don't pay for a hit
And they know that
Serve rich junkies like Kodak
That bitch never had no self-respect, she get walked on like a doormat
Nigga got hats but he got no money
See, it's a difference, my niggas got both
He can't hold no water for nothin'
Been showed his hand, nigga must be slow
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Writer(s): Zahir Myles
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