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RAH DIGGA lyrics : "Showdown"

[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
Wicked, wicked flows, make a ^!$$% grill drop

Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next %#@!
Rhymin type scenario, ^!$$%s only fell

Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
$#&@in up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza

Tell them mother$#&@ers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer
Scrooge, still look good without ruge
My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish %#@!

Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
Money, money, money, how we blaze
Splittin %#@! three ways with me, Zee and Pace

Got (*##$asses 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 (*##$es '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 %#@!, 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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! 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

^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@ers 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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