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Show Out Lyrics By Kid Cudi Skepta Pop Smoke

    pop smoke
    mm uh uh uh uh
    ah uh uh
    look

    pop smoke
    show out show up grrt
    back out pole up
    man down roll up
    man down roll up
    show out show up grrt
    back out pole up
    man down roll up
    man down roll up

    skepta
    all my niggas is ready to go
    pop smoke big smoke
    clip in the stick stick in the coat boom
    and they got guns same size as kevin hart
    please don’t think it’s a joke
    back on tour with the gang and it’s sold out
    twentytwo dates i ain’t missin’ a show
    got the ladies hittin’ my phone brr
    got the mandem hittin’ the woah greaze
    me plus ten on the list they know how i’m comin’ i’m bringin’ the bros
    and i got g’s that’s stuck in the trap no government name they stick to the code ice
    left wrist audemars piguet right wrist whippin’ the whip on the stove
    he don’t care ’bout fame he just tryna get rich on the low

    pop smoke kid cudi
    show out show up see us pull up pull up grrt
    back out pole up got ’em runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
    man down roll up roll the fronto get right
    man down roll up we are supreme she see what i mean
    show out show up see us pull up pull up grrt
    back out pole up got ’em runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
    man down roll up roll the fronto get right
    man down roll up we are supreme she see what i mean

    kid cudi
    me and the team runnin’ up hit ’em up send ’em up get ’em on impact blaow
    pull up on scene have ’em all lookin’ we stuntin’ no can not forget that uh
    gather ’round niggas the realer mane yeah
    look in the mirror see who you are are
    all of this evil that’s in my way i pray to god with open arms
    no can’t trip get grip hands all over these chips watch this flip
    no see i ain’t no bitch but i’m bent
    i parlay with chicks the man the myth
    see i’m not dwellin’ on that uh
    focus on runnin’ these laps believe believe
    who could it be
    why am i feelin’ so hellish the devil indeed huh

    kid cudi
    lord are you hearin’ me call out ayy yeah
    lord are you hearin’ me call out ayy uh
    am i lost pray for me ooh yeah yeah
    dream on fly away yeah dream on uh
    lord are you hearin’ me call out ayy yeah
    lord are you hearin’ me call out ayy go
    am i lost pray for me what’s it cost everything
    dream on fly away dream on

    pop smoke kid cudi
    show out show up see us pull up pull up grrt
    back out pole up got ’em runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
    man down roll up roll the fronto get right
    man down roll up we are supreme she see what i mean
    show out show up see us pull up pull up grrt
    back out pole up got ’em runnin’ runnin’ runnin’
    man down roll up roll the fronto get right
    man down roll up we are supreme she see what i mean

    Artist: Kid Cudi Skepta Pop Smoke

    Year: 2020

    Decade: 20s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 323