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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roscoe Dash
Roscoe Dash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Johnson
Jeffrey Johnson
Composer
Kevin Erondu
Kevin Erondu
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Erondu
Kevin Erondu
Producer
Scott Naughton
Scott Naughton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow I got lots of gwalla, I spend it I'm a ball-a-hollic like my money, never ending Pockets so swole just like Popeye on his spinach Like Roscoe why you grunt so hard? I'm like I'm tryna get it And that's just how I do it, hit the mall with bout 10 stacks But you know that I blew it Hit the blunt and threw it, that's just how we do it V.I.P. with M.M.I. you know we gon be stupid You know I make it rain hoe Goosey by the bottle, blowin' fruity like a mango Gone and catch this change hoe, yeah we in this thang hoe It's R-O-S-C-O-E dash, I'm headed for the fame hoe Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow Show out, show out, show out, all I do is show out Inhale the kush then I blow out SS Camero bitch, watch me as I go out Back to the crib with yo girl and I go out We don't even go out, all she do is hoe out I don't even know her and I fucked her, what you know 'bout that? See all she know is Roscoe got dem racks Now my meat's between her buns like a fuckin' big mac And every time she place her order, I beat her then deport her I get heads and tails like both sides of the quarter Shawty bad, she expensive, so you prolly couldn't afford her But every time I see her it's crunch time Like we in the fourth quarter and I'm gone Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out Everywhere I go I dress up and I go out I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow (Show out) Gucci, Louie, Prada, man I'm all about my dollas (Show out) I be all up in the mall ballin' like it's no tomorrow Show out, all I do is show out Watch me while I show out Roscoe Dash a show out Show out, show out, show out Show out, show out, show out Show out, show out, show out, show out Show out, show out, show out, show out Show out, show out, show out, show out I show out, I show out
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lee Johnson, Kevin Michael Erondu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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