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letra de proud of u (blueface remix) - 1takejay

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[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: 1takejay]
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
r.i.p 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: blueface]
blueface baby (yeah), blueface ap (aight)
blu-ray [?] never on the block bustah you was at the redbox
everybody got dead homies b-tch i got dead homies (on the dead homies)
b-tch i’m on 17 with somethin’ that hold 17
[?] tiny smoke, [?] insane, school yard crip gang
b-tch i’m a member, make sure you remember
i’m cold like december, get hit like a fender
bend over the couch, if we not f-cking, no dinner
b-tch i just spent thirty thou’ on some furniture
i don’t wanna kick it, kick a b-tch to the curb
uber a b-tch and a lyft for a bird
the same time, crack any b-tch with the same line
blueface baby, love me or hate me
i’m paid, still running fades in balenciagas (ooh)
keep a [?]

[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

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