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rizzie redd - prove it lyrics

i get annoyed with confusing sh+t
so called real n+ggas with this choosing sh+t
must’ve bumped your f+cking head
think i’m losing sh+t
f+ck tough talking on the net
you gotta prove the sh+t
i get a chuckle from the world wide web
you shoulda tried this sh+t like 10 ago
you tryna push my b+ttons at my pinnacle
i’ll really beat sh+t down a n+gga leg
really gun buck blood from a n+gga head
f+ck what them n+ggas said
f+ck how the city feel
f+ck they gone do to rizz
even mr freeze couldn’t give me chills
cuz on wild side scouting out a vantage point plotting how to make em vanish
ride up or just take the transit
i ain’t the type to plan it
i need the upper hand
catch em outside 1 getting a steak sandwich
the red beam on the glock light up
we”ll turn his block to a candle lighting
and pop right up
muzzle got a flash looking like a spotlight up
you better duck or get shot right up
my south n+ggas love rifles
with stocks they could prop right up
the ks dot
show them p+ssies they are not like us
my family matters so i be tryna stay out the way but dammit these f+ggots
just want chuck to come out to play
tryna find dirt on me
it’s not working on me
i’m from the gutta n+gga
always wore the dirt on my sleeve
can’t make sh+t up gotta prove it
this a message to however
hear this sh+t and make the shoes fit
lately i been on some cool sh+t
but in a snap of finger the whole mood switch
this feel like back in the day
i woke up felt like rapping today
beats on repeat in traffic
just trapping away
please don’t beef wit me
i’ll show u what happens to steak
the black ratchet b+tch nina
get to clapping ya face
i get annoyed when n+ggas
tell me to drop music
like thats what im not doing already
i drop frequent and steady
they scroll past those
and comment on some drama
or when im being an assh0l+
can’t even debate about rap flows
n+ggas getting snippy over friendly debates
but in person the laundry service
look how fast they fold
how da f+ck you don’t have goals
and you that old
sh+t i was 18 like mad max on them backroads carried the work like burden
we split a brick like a surgeon
my b+tch give head got me swerving
i didn’t crash though
your life type wack
you black mike jack
cause everybody from ya past
knows you really not like that
i don’t know what to expect from n+ggas
bunch of selective hearers
labeled a know it all
when i just try correcting n+ggas
opinions vs facts
i think yall should know the difference
don’t get upset wit n+ggas
just go and check my n+gga
left some people in the past
i wanna forget them n+ggas
job at comcast couldn’t pay me
to connect with n+ggas
i could never stand beside em
i don’t respect them n+ggas
they claim they real street dudes
somebody vet them n+ggas
i get annoyed with confusing sh+t
so called real n+ggas wit this choosing sh+t
must’ve bump your f+cking head
think i’m losing sh+t
f+ck tough talking on the net
you gotta prove the sh+t
i did a lot of crime and i’m not bragging
it’s just what happens when ya daddy
st patrick and your momma work a 9+5
i been a star i’ll have ya b+tch
give me blackhole sucky swallow andromeda
what a phenomenon
b+tch i don’t eat no p+ssy during ramadan
but you gone slurp this d+ck up it’s ramen time
i had rizz before the kids made my name lingo
and i ain’t buying
that yall deciding to stay single
just to embarrassed
to show the b+tch that you made ya equal n+ggas ain’t qualified
to talk about who’s not a dime
a lot of lies in their single
me and the guys did illegal sh+t
had them grams at the table
and wasn’t playing bingo
stares get exchanged then the fifth come out tough guy disappeared then the b+tch come out hov told us all before how the sh+t play out
real n+ggas know the real goals to get way out no we don’t believe threats
we need a e.g
b+tch you better hide in your hood like et
don’t even be outside
you gotta prove the sh+t
sun just past through fast like a lunar eclipse
these n+ggas super lame
f+ck if they feel me
if i’m a has been then yall are never will b’s
can’t make sh+t up gotta prove it
this a message to whoever hears this sh+t
and makes the shoes fit
i get annoyed with confusing sh+t
so called real n+ggas with the choosing sh+t
must’ve bumped your f+cking head
think i’m losing sh+t
f+ck tough talking on the net
you gotta prove the sh+t

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