Showdown Songtext
[Verse 1]

Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop

Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop

Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section

Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit
Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell

Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails

Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa

Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza

Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer

Scrooge, still look good without ruge

My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit

Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent

Money, money, money, how we blaze

Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude

Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube



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In the showdown, how it go down

Get the flow down, watch it go down

How it go down, in the showdown

Gettin closed down, watch em go down

In the showdown, how it go down

Put your dough down, watch it go down



[Verse 2]

I'm representin bitches 'round the way

We runnin up his box and we ain't gon have to pay

I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs

With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins

I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end

House on the hill with my publishin deal

Shows pay the bills, make it all connect

And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check

Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex

After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex

Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death

And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X

Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now

Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown

Tell me now 'cause that's how I ball

'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the you-Haul



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[Verse 3]

Peace to all my peoples in mission

Peace to peoples with they license suspended

Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks

Who ain't tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks

What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy

Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki

I'm smokin damn good and chokey black

Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back

I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose

And always be around like I was afros

y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me

Risin to the top 'cause that's how momma raised me

Now that the message is embedded

The are-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it

Hold up baby 'cause that's when you lost

Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross



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