1takejay - Proud Of U

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Niggas pockets on a diet
Catfish, niggas lyin'
Nigga you tried it, I do this without tryin'
Mama keep on telling me I’m proud of you
Mama, shut the fuck up, you ain’t even got no Prada
Nigga had it rough, but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci
Bitch pussy weak, but it’s still coochie
Bitch ass faker than her hair, but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners, I’m a foolie
Nigga like the toilet, I’ll let this bitch use me
'Specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me (She wanna fuck)
Bitch I ain’t no kid, I’m tryna get the cooties
The head and all that other shit that you be doin', it’s simple
Baby, pull up like a Huggie (Like a Huggie)
Like a Big Mac, I want you to McLove me (I want you to McLove me)
I remember back then if she was in street I still couldn’t hit it
Like a parked car, now she getting curved
RIP Swerve (RIP Swerve), from the Jordan Downs (Jordan Downs)
I remember I had a bucket, I’m so foreign now
Bitch don’t drown (Don't drown)
I just threw 30 thou' (30 thou'?) on a necklace
Bitch, I’m that reckless
Really, I’m that nigga, still living like a peasant (Living like a peasant)
No, I’m not broke, I’m just humble if you guessin'
You just wanna fuck, huh? Bitch, you guessed it, bop
Niggas pockets on a diet
Catfish, niggas lyin'
Nigga you tried it, I do this without tryin'
Mama keep on telling me I’m proud of you
Mama, shut the fuck up, you ain’t even got no Prada
Nigga had it rough, but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes, but they still Gucci
Bitch pussy weak, but it’s still coochie
Bitch ass faker than her hair, but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners, I’m a foolie
I ain’t got no manners, nigga, I ain’t Geoffrey
Fresh prince of Compton, I ball, Lisa Leslie (I ball)
Only thing I see is hoes, nigga, I’m a lesbian
I ain’t showin' off, I just forgot to take my medicine (What the fuck?)
I don’t buy shit that’s on sale, I ain’t settlin' (I ain’t settlin')
Thousand dollar shoes hit the gas when I’m pedalin'
She ain’t use to this, this bitch only wear leggings (You broke)
Like a salad, that’s just how that bitch dressin'
Dior this Dior that (Dior that), nigga, these ain’t Converse (These ain’t
Converse)
If you ain’t talkin' money, I don’t wanna converse
I be putting on a show, book me for the concert
Niggas wearing Kappa, you be capping in yo' verse (Cappin')
Nigga, you a joke, I be laughing at your verse (Ha-ha)
Niggas wearing man bags, bitch, that’s a purse (Bitch, that’s a purse)
You can’t do it, so I’m finna buy yo' bitch a purse
He in love, bitch, love hurt