RnB Flavors Lyrics - Show Me What You Got

RnB Flavors - Show Me What You Got

This is a state of emergency
What you want me to do? I'm sorry, I'm back
Lets go get 'em, Just!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, uh huh
Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave
Give the drummer some
Shit, I already gave the summer some
oIt's the winter's turn
Hovie Hov is the coldest
I'm just getting better with time I'm like Opus
One young, no two alike, like a snowflake
Okay, show me what you got, babe
Words is slurring, engine purring
Mami frontin', but I'm so determined
Shots of Patron, now she's in a zone
I ain't talking about the 2-3
Mami in the zone like the homie 2-3
Jordan or James, makes no difference, boo
I'm ballin' the same, nigga, I am the Mike Jordan of recording
Nigga, you might want to fall back from recording
Shit that you write; it's not important
So it forced him to go for the hype
For being brave, and they may applaud him
Well, misery I will assure them
Aw, baby, just ignore them
Truth or dare, mami, listen and learn
I got a drop I just took off the top, it's your turn
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and wave, and wave, and wave, and wave
Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave
H.O.V.A., gold bottles of that ace of spade
Why even fool with these other guys?
They all stingy, all these dudes know how to say is 'gimmie'
Gimmie some head, give me some brain
Give me your number, gimmie your name
But if I get one night, baby girl, I swear
I'll make you tell these other dudes gimmie got you here
I'll take you shopping, take long trips
I'll take the cork off, you can take sips
I'll take you there, take my time, take your clothes off
I'll take off mine, ma, show me what you got
Hovi in the spot tried to told you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it's a wrap
Get the fuck out the throne, you clone, the king's back!
Y'all got less than two months to get y'all thing together, good luck!
Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave
Show me what you got, lil' mama
Show me what you got, pretty lady
Show me what you got, shorty
Show me what you got, baby
Hands up and wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got)
And wave (Show 'em what you got) And wave uh
Ladies and gentlemen, the most incredible!
H.O., uh huh H.O. uh huh, he's back! Uh uh
Justin Blaze you the Blazettes
Rocafella Records the dynasty continues, y'all die Peace

Written by:
Carlton Ridenhour, Eric Sadler, Hank Shocklee, Johnny Pate, Michael Mcewan, Shawn Carter

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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