Show Love 2 ft. Lil' Keke Lyrics

Okay showing niggas some love

Don key h town legend

I'm in the building

Skywalkers seven thirteen

Let's get it

Swear to god

They ain't looking

Through the same scope

I'm a hustler

I came in

Through the back door

Money too slow

I tell them niggas

Fast forward

Two thirty on the clock

About to leave the club

Got a couple bad bitches

Wanna show me love

They call me young don

Never hesitant

All black and heavy strapped

Like the president

Keep me a nice broad

Never nothing fraud

From the streets to the stage

I be going hard

Southside Houston Texas

Yea we still here

Shout out to skywalkers

Yea we in third gear

In the middle of the money

Homie nothing changed

I got her showing love

I got her giving brains

Because I kept it trill

Then I kept it real

On that other level shit

That's just how I feel

Independent with no major deal

Just a thug

In the penthouse

With your main bitch

Showing love

Salute the plug

He kept it clean

Screwed up click to the finish

Seven thirteen

Gotta show me love

When I hit your city

And she show me love

I built the label independent

That shit is sexy to them

Counting money staying humble

I told my mama left the house

Just to go be a legend

Gotta show me love

When I hit your city

And she show me love

I built the label independent

That shit is sexy to them

Counting money staying humble

I told my mama left the house

Just to go be a legend

Boy I made some moves

Had to make my bread shake

Facts I move with love

You and I we're not same

Don't cook with hate

I made a plate to goodie mob

Soul food

Chicken soup for your soul

Memphis night

I played the blues Tennessee

Houston nights

I murk them shows

Like ten a piece

Need ten bands

My girl is gorgeous

And she funny red fox

Ok time to get it

I am by the phone

I don't wait for moves

I rent the truck

And hit them roads

I don't wait for you

Better move your feet

Like Andre said

Better move with love

You want that bitch

Don't be no lame

Better mash that gas

And do it fast

Your time is now

Who run it now me

Who pay them broads you

Real love is free

Wanna sample game

Better practice me

I built my name boome

Boy I planted trees

Had to do my dance

Call it Philly cheese

Gotta show me love

When I hit your city

And she show me love

I built the label independent

That shit is sexy to them

Counting money staying humble

I told my mama left the house

Just to go be a legend

Swear to god

They ain't looking

Through the same scope

I'm a hustler

I came in

Through the back door

Money too slow

I tell them niggas

Fast forward

Ride riding

Through these Texas nights

Satellites everywhere

Head up you see the stars

Diamond grills

You see them boys

Spaceships in parking lots

Satellites in Texas

You know them boys is flexing