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prota – mess around lyrics

from the jungle we some silver backs/
i’m still rolling up inside the silver packs/
i’m adam silver boy i run this whole sh+t while smoking silver haze/
i got no ceilings smoking white widow/
wish a n+gga wood i whittle little negroes/
like chopping up kilos i’m drawing the line like you bout to shoot freethrows/

a couple 100 jackson’s for these tetos/
me and lito took a plane down to rio/
tryna pull a freak hoe like migo i need a b+tch look like the sister from lilo in real life/

this was all planned this ain’t a roll of dice/
the way i’m on a roll i’m still on the road i got a roll of dough and just a bag of clothes/
cause i’m the type to go and buy the whole store/
got a lighter chick she got the brightest glow/
i still keep my life, on a need to know cause you don’t need to know/ they still tryna say that i’m not the one but what’s the reason tho/
i fl!ck it up and try to find the reason tho/
got a bad b+tch that’s not dependent but she still a needy hoe/
and i ain’t felt like this since 011 screaming out really tho/

really tho i been that n+gga tho/
i let you buy the b+tch i just lease her bro and then release the hoe/
i didn’t want the b+tch so i ain’t talk to her be free hoe/
fantasia flow i might treat yo b+tch like anastasia you a d+mn dimitri n+gga/
go and try to save her/
i’m just tryna taste/
you out here tryna savor/
i’m just tryna break her back change the pace but still move slow/
tell that boy i don’t f+ck around/

i been on a vibe like i posed for the magazine cover n+gga/
i feel like donald glover n+gga/
the way i earn like atl/
i might lose but i never fail/
and lately i ain’t felt so well/
i’m off track tryna grab the rail/
been feeling blue like a grad from a yale/
i’m on fye i think i’m close to h+ll im tryna post the bail like kobe over raja/
and i grew the dreads and smoke like a rasta with my ese roger/ tryna sell and posture on yo mark like posh i take off like sh+lly ann fraser price n+gga/
the flow h+lla nice n+gga/
i’m still a h+lla nice n+gga/
i’m on my harlem nights n+gga/
i’m vera in the fight you punch like a b+tch n+gga/
with the kicks n+gga/
still fl!ck a bird watch me snap the wrist n+gga/
you a fake ass lit n+gga/
try to take a risk n+gga/
watch the boy get bigger/
throw the 4, next to the 6 n+gga/
still roll around with the stick like my mama told me go and get the switch n+gga/
flip the switch n+gga

been the one ay f+ck yo list n+gga/
in my zone ay what’s yo niche n+gga/
in this booth i spit real sh+t that’s worth a brick n+gga this a l!ck n+gga you a hit n+gga/
n+ggas telling for a b+tch n+gga you a b+tch n+gga/
i can’t kick it i can’t deal with you/
n+ggas cl!cking i can k!ll too

- prota lyrics

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