Showdown Lyrics by Rah Digga

Showdown Lyrics

    [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

    Hook:
    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 aint 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 cuz that's how i ball
    'bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the u-haul

    Hook

    [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 aint 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 cuz that's how momma raised me
    Now that the message is embedded
    The r-a, d-i, g-g, a gon set it
    Hold up baby cuz that's when you lost
    Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross

    Hook

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