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letra de proud of me - zaxckso

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we shoot at his head like it’s artery, n-ggas can’t f-ck with me cause they not proud of me
try to tell my momma cause i know she proud of me
and i’m in that bmw in sports mode
these n-ggas tellin’ stories like it’s full bold, can’t hop on my wave cause i’m too cold
i might just knock a n-gga out his shoe soles

i made too many songs, i got to potty, yo b-tch stare at me while i’m in the party
i hang with yo b-tch, she lookin’ real happy like she won the lottery
i’m in two five six, been two five six, i still stay on go n-gga
you on textnow, calling yo b-tch n-gga, she on the f-ckin’ floor n-gga

this choppa gon’ blow the wires, just like it was a blackout
and we goin’ back in time, cause i got that tack out
yo b-tch n-gga, i’m blowin’ her back out
where she at n-gga, pull yo map out
i’m tellin’ gang, we almost at the top so we cannot even lack now

i got to stay in my lane n-gga like i’m tory
can’t find yo man n-gga like he’s dory
i’m shooting the webs at her like i’m cory
wanna come in the penthouse, no shorty

yo b-tch call you dog, but she is the dog
she wanna come l!ck on my bone
you callin’ her phone, it’s busy
but she in the bed n-gga, and she gettin’ real dizzy
i’m about it, and my brother keep glocks, he about it
and my brother keep sticks he’ll tote it 72 shots in this whole clip
i ride around sippin’ potion
and this hoe wanna f-ck, she devoted to me
and this peripherals on my body in leaks
that’s a lv on jeans, i f-ck this hoe with grey jeans

my brother ridin’ with that kit i f-ck your sl-t, b-tch i got that ricks
all my diamonds glistening on my wrist i carry glock with a switch
he keep that nine, i make that boy go to sky make that lil’ p-ssy boy fly

we shoot at his head like it’s artery, n-ggas can’t f-ck with me cause they not proud of me
try to tell my momma cause i know she proud of me and i’m in that bmw in sports mode
these n-ggas tellin’ stories like it’s full bold, can’t hop on my wave cause i’m too cold
i might just knock a n-gga out his shoe soles

i made too many songs, i got to potty, yo b-tch stare at me while i’m in the party
i hang with yo b-tch, she lookin’ real happy like she won the lottery
i’m in two five six, been two five six, i still stay on go n-gga
you on textnow, calling yo b-tch n-gga, she on the f-ckin’ floor n-gga

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