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letra de nothing to prove - hansum homie

[intro: diz-e loaf]
yo
it’s diz-e loaf
we on that real sh-t right now
word
yeah man lit mafia productions
i’m off a kilo right now
word to your b-tch

[hook: hansum homie and diz-e loaf]
twelve inch rims
twelve d-ck
put it in her mouth and the b-tch get sick
twelve inch clip man that sh-t’s so big
hitting them l1cks n-gga
flipping them bricks, b-tch
my drawings poor but my lines are smooth
i take a sh-t on the floor
it’s going up in the louvre
yeah you know the haters gonna hate
i got the b-tches galore you know i got nothing to prove

[verse 1: diz-e loaf]
welcome to the crib
drinks are on ice
get your -ss up on the couch cause you looking so nice
you’re sipping that drank with the candy and the sprite
tell me what you think i’ll handle it right
got a glock in my waistband 999
i got a belt on me but the sh-t’s not tight
two b-tches in my bed and they 69
and 911 cause that p-ssy on fire
drop a million in the club like b-tterfingers b-tch
fl1ck from my hand on their -ss and them t-ts
i buy the b-tches weed and i buy the b-tches drinks
one finger in the stink two fingers in the pink, b-tch

i’m testy don’t test me
can i get the check please
a hundred thousand dollars b-tch i drop that on the daily
b-tch trynna play me
see if she can catch me
if she looking s-xy
she can l1ck the testes
pull up in the benz
and the lambo and the rari and the masi and the bmw
pull up in an audi
you know i brought the glock
so you know i’m popping shots and popping p-ssy as i pop the clutch
i don’t f-ck with cops

get in line to do a line of the rock
red stop sign but i ain’t gonna stop
got an all gold watch
and an all white c-ck
and if she all white trash then i don’t wanna talk
afternoon s-x she hit me up at the three o’clock
hammer on the deck leave her p-ssy in shock
she said “where you at?”
i said “you already know, thot.”
“i’m a real g, so i’m hitting up the g spot.”

[verse 2: hansum homie]
yo it’s hansum with the verse
you heard it from me first
might arrive in a chopper
but you’ll leave in a he-rs-
not f-cking with the doctor b-tch i’m all about the nurse
b-tch n-gga try to f-ck with me i’ll make your bad looks worse
hitting up the contest gonna be a trip
pulling up in the rari
hopping out of the whip
got two different girls peeling off of the d-ck
running back to their n-gga like a dog with a stick
they like their n-gga but the love my d-ck
i got a lotta drugs in me but i don’t feel sick
i don’t like magic but i do like tricks
i said the devil is my best friend 666

got the pope in the country
five shots now we drunk
we go hard till the am bust nuts on that c-nt
wake up
she wearing his robe
where you wanna go b-tch?
just spin the globe
big diamond earrings sitting both your lobes
and you’re hitting up the club with all the lights that strobe
and the dope is dope
sipping rum and c0ke
throwing all this money cause i’ll never be broke
and i’m never gonna choke i got a real nice boat
my clothes stay dry, and my hoes stay soaked
i make my own deals for this weed i smoke
take you high out in sp-ce
galilean telescope

cocaine for breakfast
just joking my necklace
isn’t big enough to afford that
but i’m real enough and i’m reckless
i leave my women all breathless
i feel fine believe me not helpless
i take the throne
i’m in the zone
my lines like ebola, infectious

- hansum homie

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