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letra de proof in the puddin' - fetty p franklin & dababy

[chorus: dababy]
uh, n-gga, i been gettin’ money since a motherf-ckin’ lil’ one (yeah)
say he gon’ do somethin’ to me, i told him, “that’s a good one”
i bait one of these n-ggas in, play stupid just to cook him
and made so many m’s, i put the proof up in the pudding, n-gga (firzt back like he left or somethin’)

[verse 1: dababy]
speakin’ of the pudding, n-gga, go and get the cake
say you gettin’ hungry, better go and get a plate (woo)
playin’ out of town, got the glock out the lock box
tell the black truck, tell me, “go and get a steak”
i don’t got friends, i’ma kick it by myself
i’ma lock in ‘fore a n-gga gotta help
it’s hard for mе to trip ’bout a b-tch ’cause i’m player
baby stepdaddy, i bе givin’ out the belt
before i put a dress and some makeup on for the label
you can tell them crackers put me on the shelf
i was on the north with a pole, tryna put this sh-t together
you would probably think a n-gga was a elf
ridin’ in a bulletproof truck, i be wantin’ ’em to shoot
so i can play dead, hop out and k!ll ’em
side hoes mad ’cause i’m not tryna hit ’em
cover up my ears, i am not tryna hear ’em

[verse 2: fetty p franklin]
if it ain’t my money, it ain’t my business
them y’all hoes, them not my b-tches (mm)
i’m too smooth, i can’t block my pimpin’
doin’ the speed limit, ridin’ through hickory
he tryna get a half of
plus, i got the call that the n-gga tryna stick me (i got ’em)
but i don’t mind demonstratin’ for some straightenin’
to get my point across clearly (clearly)
i know i’m two stacks from a million, but i’m still pushin’ bills clearly (yup)
i need me a b-tch like griselda, run the ex numbers like matilda (ooh)
i don’t mind cookin’ up the shape, i don’t hang with n-ggas ’cause they fake (cold)
i know you got a gun, but you b-tch made, you ain’t never bust a grape
[verse 3: dababy & fetty p franklin]
bulletproof, i pull up like a tank, never seen these n-ggas at the bank
get up off the bench, get in the paint, gotta double seal it ’cause it stank
i ain’t tryna talk like other n-ggas, b-tch, i’m from the city, i’m a blank
restaurant, i’m in there with a drac’, electric car, that sh-t don’t even crank
i’m ridin’ forgis, not no donuts, i leave the dealership doin’ donuts
i keep it on me, i’m not no loaner, for any n-gga that run up on us
i put you six feet just like corona, we fresh street like we cook my kroger’s
when i hit the kitchen, i just pop my shoulder, but you wasn’t tryna hear it when i told you

[chorus: dababy & fetty p franklin]
n-gga, i been gettin’ money since a motherf-ckin’ lil’ one (i been gettin’ this sh-t, good)
say he gon’ do somethin’ to me, i told him, “that’s a good one” (you lyin’)
i bait one of these n-ggas in, play stupid just to cook him
and made so many m’s, i put the proof up in the pudding, n-gga

- fetty p franklin dababy

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