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letra de ​no proof - your stepdad

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​no proof lyrics
[intro]
ayy

[chorus]
shorty lie on my name with no proof (proof), go back for a nut on occasion (yeah)
bro, why i keep lying to myself, telling hoes i’m working on patience?
big bro caked up, mulan (mulan), i’m closing my eyes ’round asians (yeah)
how she like to play with my life? i blaze right by the caucasians
she say my name with that tone in her voice, treat shorty like [?]
she do what i say, oh sh-t, block n-gga like ad davis
can i trust my bro with my life? gotta see when that time rise
i’ll happily risk my life, but i still won’t share my fries

[verse 1]
and i still won’t share no tears, gotta keep sh-t tight when i meet them skies
can’t go out sad like kurt cobain, gotta die in a white b-tch thighs
thank god my bro held on to that will, that’s lifе right before his eyеs
i’m thankfully hurting these n-ggas, highkey, all these boys be spies, ayy, ayy
look, why not f-ck up the economy?
don’t give a f-ck if my people ain’t proud of me
came out the dirt with the soil inside of me
she got a purse and my condoms inside of it
it’s a few perc’s with me, walking beside of me
you scared to ride for me, n-gga?
you want the wealth, but you don’t want to work
fell for a ho, lost sight of my worth
when i get high, that sh-t feel like a curse, so i might need a clerk or a mo’f-cking nurse
i wanna know what it’s like to get millions of dollars, i don’t give a f-ck about first
f-ck it if i need a shirt
only way i’m in a church, only way i’m in a church
[chorus]
shorty lie on my name with no proof (proof), go back for a nut on occasion (yeah)
bro, why i keep lying to myself, telling hoes i’m working on patience?
big bro caked up, mulan (mulan), i’m closing my eyes ’round asians (yeah)
how she like to play with my life? i blaze right by the caucasians
she say my name with that tone in her voice, treat shorty like [?]
she do what i say, oh sh-t, block n-gga like anthony davis
can i trust my bro with my life? gotta see when that time rise
i’ll happily risk my life, but i still won’t share my fries (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 2]
these n-ggas gon’ judge me when i’m being open
no wonder i’m smoking this doja for coping
i go to my family for nothing, i’m over it
i’m only fond of my homies and drugs
i’m only calm when i’m holding the slugs
solo my dolie, i’m made out of mud
both of my middle fingers to my blood
ayy, ayy, ayy, i might succumb to a heater
don’t wanna try life again like aaliyah
i fell in love with a b-tch named aaliyah
but, shorty had left me ’cause i was a cheater and i’m doing all that i can just to meet her
and shorty ain’t never replied to my messaging
goofy b-tches tryna kick it like messi
no wonder everything in my life is messy
i probably won’t answer you back if you text me
i rather be by myself on my b-day
ten toes down for myself like a plié
i jump— (uh, ayy)
jump off a bridge and i land on a freeway
ayy, ayy, i wanna— (mmm, ayy)
[chorus]
shorty lie on my name with no proof (proof), go back for a nut on occasion (yeah)
bro, why i keep lying to myself, telling hoes i’m working on patience?
big bro caked up, mulan (mulan), i’m closing my eyes ’round asians (yeah)
how she like to play with my life? i blaze right by the caucasians
she say my name with that tone in her voice, treat shorty like [?]
she do what i say, oh sh-t, block n-gga like ad davis
talking ’bout— (ayy, ayy, yeah)

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