september (rapper) – sum to prove lyrics
[intro: september]
ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh
ooh, ooh+ooh+ooh
ooh+ooh+ooh+ooh
[chorus: september]
(ah) i feel like hoo, hoo (ah)
(ah) hop outside the coupe, coupe (hop outside)
(ah) go ahead, drop the roof, roof (drop the roof, let’s go, let’s go)
(ah) i got somethin’ to prove, prove (i got, i got)
yeah, i’m bout to flip her body just like jelly roll (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i got triple seven just like melo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i’ma pull up like, “what’s up,” like, “h+llo” (ah)
yeah, i’ma play with that p+ssy just like jell+o (just like jell+o)
they don’t wanna bе like you, they wanna be likе me (like me, like me)
shawty wanna slide the coupe, shawty wanna slide to me (slide to me, slide to me)
i just put somethin’ inside my body, yeah
push ’em gone, get ’em, now we out of here
[verse 1: september]
woah, i just made this sh+t, went crazy
drugs inside my body feel amazing
b+tch, i’ve been on go, i can’t get lazy
i got somethin’ to prove, that ain’t no maybe
i make my own bands, i make my own shmoney (ah, make my own shmoney)
you’re lazy bummy pourin’ up that shmuddy (ah, pourin’)
do my money dance, lil’ b+tch, you ain’t my buddy (ah, ah, ah, ah)
do my money dance, you want my kids like cudi
[bridge]
[?]
[?] stoned
motherf+ckin’ forty, motherf+ckin’ [?]
motherf+ckin’ forty, motherf+ckin’ [?], ah
[verse 2: xj]
(hey, hey, hey) now get the f+ck up out my face, uh (get f+ck off my face)
yeah, rock out with these diamonds on my f+ckin’ chain
yeah, make so much d+mn money, i don’t save, yeah (yeah)
i don’t want the attention, f+ck the fame, yeah (now f+ck the fame)
mhm, yeah, nut up on her face, got her playin’ peekaboo (peekaboo)
when i’m feelin’ tired make a b+tch come tie my shoe
i put a [?] on the ride, make that motherf+cker vroom
i told that b+tch, “don’t waste my time,” ‘fore i put you in a room
walk in that b+tch, i crush my [?] (i crush my [?])
way too many b+tches tryna die (aah+aah)
yeah, my b+tch, she said she workin’, get you fired (yeah, yeah)
b+tch, i get you ghost without even tryin’
that’s on facts, yeah, diamonds on my body, this that sh+t that get me wet, yeah
i could f+ck a barbie, then gon’ call her my lil’ sl+t, uh
i’m gonna make a movie with the b+tch, she runnin’ back, yeah
she gave me her b00bies, so i call this sh+t a [snap?]
[chorus: september]
(ah) i feel like hoo, hoo (ah)
(ah) hop outside the coupe, coupe (hop outside)
(ah) go ahead, drop the roof, roof (drop the roof, let’s go, let’s go)
(ah) i got somethin’ to prove, prove (i got, i got)
yeah, i’m bout to flip her body just like jelly roll (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i got triple seven just like melo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah, i’ma pull up like, “what’s up,” like, “h+llo” (ah)
yeah, i’ma play with that p+ssy just like jell+o (just like jell+o)
they don’t wanna be like you, they wanna be like me (like me, like me)
shawty wanna slide the coupe, shawty wanna slide to me (slide to me, slide to me)
i just put somethin’ inside my body, yeah
push ’em gone, get ’em, now we out of here
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