Don Trip - Proof (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Don Trip - Proof (Lyrics - Paroles)

Don Trip - Proof (Lyrics - Paroles)
(Bridge)

I’m just tryna make my music

And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi

But out here niggas talkin foolish

Got that 30 round that’s on me,

Potna please don’t make me prove it
(Verse)

That money made me obnoxious, self-centered, intolerable

If I can’t make no dollars off it

Bitch I don’t even wanna talk to you

Fuck yo feelings, fuck yo point of view

I couldn’t care less about what you goin through

Real recognize real and I’m not so sure of you bitch

Fuck you want from me? I’m not here, deny charity

Gold diggers wanna neighbor me

Somebody tell that hoe to seek therapy

I got enough stress, I got money from that fuck up deal last year I ain’t touched yet

It’s me, myself and I

Then we give a fuck if that makes you upset

Truthfully, no, truthfully

What else could you do to me?

I watched mama pawn all her jewelry

Just so she can buy food to eat

You know who I’m with, if it’s you and me

I ain’t had the same as I used to be

You damn right I’ve been losin sleep

I’ve been on a 3 year losin streak

But I ain’t lost a step, I was in too deep then I caught my breath

They say that experience is the best teacher

In that case, I guess I taught myself

Burner on me, no that ain’t nothing

Knew the same nigga from last year

The truth is I couldn’t change

Even if I was a cashier
(Bridge)

I’m just tryna make my music

And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi

But out here niggas talkin foolish

Got that 30 round that’s on me,

Potna please don’t make me prove it
(Hook)

I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it

If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it

If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
(Verse)

I say fuck whoever don’t ride for me

Man yo pane so obsolete

I pull a price on yo bank account then all my goons go on a shopping spree

They ain’t makin no Twitter rants

I’m too motherfuckin sick and fat

I got too much dough to be desperate

And not enough to be kickin it back

It go rearview, brown bitch make some match

I fuck em but I never deal with em

I’m a dog ass nigga, they still dig me

I get mo pussy then kitty litter

I wake up to see billboards

That mean I see the bigger picture

I’m bout my cut like the service scout

Pull out razor and a pair of scissors

Bitch!
I’m all I got and I got no complaints

Pistol full of brass and my heart filled with novocaine

Dollar after dollar, tryna reach my quota

That’s why I wake up and grind like a couple forgies
(Bridge)

I’m just tryna make my music

And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi

But out here niggas talkin foolish

Got that 30 round that’s on me,

Potna please don’t make me prove it
(Hook)

I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it

If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it

If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it

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