1takejay – proud of u lyrics
[intro]
lowthegreat lowthegreat lowthegreat
wait hold up
hold up
hold up
[hook]
n+ggas pockets on a diet
catfish n+ggas lying
n+gga you tried it
i do this without trying
mama keep on telling me i’m proud of you
mama shut the f+ck up you ain’t even got no prada
n+gga had it rough but i’m still gucci
blister on my feet from these shoes but they still gucci
b+tch p+ssy weak but it’s still coochie
b+tch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
i ain’t got no manners i’mma foolie
[verse 1]
n+gga like the toilet i’ll let this b+tch use me
specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me (she wanna f+ck)
b+tch i ain’t no kid, i’m tryna get the cooties
the head , and all that other sh+t that you be doin’
it’s simple, baby, pull up like a huggie (like a huggie)
like a big mac, i want you to mc+love me (i want you to mc+love me)
i remember back then if she was in street i still couldn’t hit it
like a parked car now she getting curve
rip swerve (r.i.p swerve), from the jordan downs (jordan downs)
i remember i had a bucket i’m so foreign
now, b+tch don’t drown (don’t drown)
i just threw 30 thou (30 thou?)
on a necklace, b+tch i’m that reckless
really i’m that n+gga still living like a peasant (living like a peasant)
no i’m not broke i’m just humble if you guessing
you just wanna f+ck huh, b+tch you guessed it bop
[hook]
n+ggas pockets on a diet
catfish n+ggas lying
n+gga you tried it
i do this without trying
mama keep on telling me i’m proud of you
mama shut the f+ck up you ain’t even got no prada
n+gga had it rough but i’m still gucci
blister on my feet from these shoes but they still gucci
b+tch p+ssy weak but it’s still coochie
b+tch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
i ain’t got no manners i’mma foolie
[verse 2]
i ain’t got no manners, n+gga i ain’t jeffrey
fresh prince of compton, i ball lisa leslie (i ball)
only thing i see is hoes n+gga i’ma lesbian
i ain’t showin’ out i just forgot to take my medicine ([?])
i don’t buy sh+t that’s on sale i ain’t settling (i ain’t settling)
thousand dollar shoes hit the gas wen i’m pedaling
she ain’t use to this,this b+tch only wear leggings (you broke)
like a salad that’s just how that b+tch dressin’
dior this dior that (dior that), n+gga these ain’t converse (these ain’t converse)
if you ain’t talkin’ money ion wanna converse
i be putting on a show book me for the concert
n+ggas wearing kappa you be capping in yo verse ([?])
n+gga you a joke i be laughing at your verse ([?])
n+ggas wearing man bags b+tch that’s a purse (b+tch that’s a purse)
you can’t do it so i’m finna buy yo b+tch a purse
he in love, b+tch love hurt
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