Lyrics Big K.R.I.T. – Let It Show

Intro:
Yeah man
Motherfuckers tell me
I cuss too much in my motherfuckin’ lyrics

Verse 1:
You think you are ballin’ but you ain’t even hit the court
I throw money at bitches like you would think it’s a sport
We pop bottles and be out like like we just wanna rain
Big
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or models, they twerk that pussy all the same
I got two gold chains, and two bad bitches
All these bands in my pockets, it’s hard to pull up my britches
I put the «K» in Kountry
I put the «P» in pimpin’
I give a fuck what you think, shorty
And fuck how you’re feelin’

Hook:
I let it show (yeah-h-h)
x3
I might chill all night
With the highs and lows

Verse 2:
You don’t pay my bills, you don’t write these songs

Hook

Verse 3:
Tell Def Jam run that bread, I don’t give a fuck
Drop top, goods, bitch I gave my whip a tummy-tuck, uhh
I beat that pussy like it ain’t the same, shorty
Shit, you might just put my name on it
Roll around town like I own the whole city
Fuck the hotel, brung the whole club with
Lame motherfuckers, gotta get ’em out my way
I got a new bad bitch like I get married everyday
I ain’t no trapper, I ain’t no rapper so don’t push me to no killer
This money is a jungle, I’m a silverback gorilla
The house sit on some pillars
I’m knockin’ doors down like my trunk pacific rim

Hook

Outro:
I might chill all night, with the highs and lows
I might chill all night, with the wives and
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I might chill all night night, with the neon glows
I might chill all night, with your wife and your ho