笨小笨Showroom歌词由Curren$y演唱，出自专辑《The Stoned Immaculate》，下面是《Showroom》完整版歌词！
Showroom歌词完整版
Showroom - Curren$y
Yea when the speedometer
Reads 70 miles per hour
A spoiler is deployed from the trunk
Less wind resistance more power
You ain't sat in nothing like this once (niggaa)
Fresh from the pages of Car & Driver
To the possession of high pilots
File it in my collection
With the rest of my sh*t
Up-to-date bill sheets
Documented mileage
Handbook in the console
I know everything about it
Got yo woman wet she need goggles
See me on the set I'm the picture of survival
Live in the flesh dropping bombs on my rivals
We the motherf**king JETS
You just motherf**king clown shoes
Borrowing ya big homie jewelry shooting virals
Never wheeling them cars
Just standing by them
Not really knowing them broads
Just standing by them
No first class tickets
You just buy the stand-by ones
I'm adding dollars you admiring
I'm Words With Friends
Whole time in-flight wireless
Email full of condo prices
Marble or granite
Kitchen islands
Got a mill out the deal
I'm still on the grind
(JET life on these niggas yeah)
Got 10 more coming just give me some time
(JET life on them b**ches yeah)
Putting it all together got something in mind
(JET life on them niggas yeah)
Show them better than
I can tell them they gon feel me
Show them better than
I can tell em they gon' feel me
Niggas I came up with
Changing up say they gone kill me
If they ever catch me slipping
I dont give a f**k sincerely
I know they just emotional
They love me they fear me
They like my women they see me steering
Wish they was in it
Jealousy just feeding em negative energy
I put my hands together praying for my friend-emies
Only let paper chasers dwell in this vicinity
Can't violate the JET code without penalty
Even family get let go "Fredo you killing me"
I work hard bloggers thinking that it's 10 of me
Dropping record after
Record like them b**ches slippery
I like nice sh*t and I know how to get it
Hustle dumbass
It's not rocket science or Quantum Physics
Get on task fool Trap til a trillion
Wrote these raps in New Orleans and
Performed them in New Zealand
Word to Pusha T and that's legal drug dealing
"My God" what a feeling
Engineering
Decepticon ceilings
Push button disappearing
When the drizzle clearing
I'll probably be laid in the enclave until then
Jet miss in the kitchen grilling up steaks
It'll smell like Ruth's Chris in a minute fool
You want a plate
The hero unsung when I'm done they'll say I'm great
