Let It Show - Big K.R.I.T.

Yeah man

Motherfuckers tell me

I cuss too much in my motherfuckin' lyrics

I ain’t fuck no pussy ass motherfuckers man

That’s how I feel

I let it show, shit

I let it show, yeah

I let it show

I might chill all night

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 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'

I let it show (yeah-h-h)

I might chill all night

With the highs and lows

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

You don’t know my life, naw bitch I’m grown

You can hold them rocks

You can throw that salt

If the ho chose me, pimpin', it ain’t my fault

I got two old schools, one for the boppers

And one with the engine that get away from them coppers

I put the «B"in bumpin'

I put the dub in whippin'

I give a fuck what you think, shorty

And fuck how you’re feelin'

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

I might chill all night, with the highs and lows

I might chill all night, with the wives and

I might chill all night night, with the neon glows

I might chill all night, with your wife and your ho