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Proverbmadeit
Proverbmadeit
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joshua R Crumpler
Joshua R Crumpler
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Shawn M Johnson
Shawn M Johnson
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Lyrics

Hey Prov let me know something
Let's go
X pill got me tweakin' feel like I'm in X Games
Walk inside the bank they know my name I make the check change
I just dropped a four inside my cup that shit like jet flame (I just dropped a four)
Ops keep talkin' crazy till that switch give him a sex change
Hunid on the dash I do the race like it's a drag lane
Bitch keep talkin' reckless cut her off like this a bad fade (bad fade)
I just copped a Urus push the pedal through the fast lane
Bitch I'm in the hills I got a view just like the Batcave (bitch I'm Batman)
Bitch I'm g-g-g-geeked up just spent a hunnid on shit i'll never re-up
Just hit the plug told him send me something realer
If this bitch keep talkin' crazy I might fuck around and leave her
Take off my cartis they send her off and I'ma see her (seeyuh)
Too much motion I got bitches out in Tokyo (too much motion)
She like damn you different I said yeah bitch I know
They like how he ballin' bitch my pockets yeah they full of O's
I can't rock no fake shit all my diamonds VVS they froze
Bitch I feel like Elon pull the spaceship out the lot
Turbo engine kickin' I can't hear shit when it drop
T-t-too much codeine think my stomach bout to rot
Shawty said she love me told that bitch go kick some rocks
Dudey actin' like a bitch don't know his sexuality
Tryna say it's up *whistle* let's test the gravity
Tryna play with me and JC that's gon' be a tragedy
Chop gon' hit like scorpion mm fatality
Punch God day's work is your motherfuckin' salary
P-p-pockets been on fat they don't need no fuckin' celery
That pussy felt like heaven oh Jesus she said to Hell with me
In the stu with Proverb so you know I got that bell on me
Scam God find me where the robbers and the Felons be (I'm posted up)
She don't fuck with you mm mm cause she be feelin' me (she on me)
Bama boy I PJ bitches all the way from Tennessee
She don't fuck with you she like my whip she open her legs for me
Open that shit like my motherfuckin' wallet but that shit don't fold I got too many dollars
Get your dog zapped shock collar Shawn Escobar I'm the fuckin' Don Dotta
Push your shit back because Proverb a barber (push ya shit back)
Bitch call me daddy (you are not the father)
Get to the green like collard bitch gave me a brain I thought she was a scholar (oh my God)
X pill got me tweakin' feel like I'm in X Games
Walk inside the bank they know my name I make the check change (walk inside the bank)
I just dropped a four inside my cup that shit like jet flame
Ops keep talkin' crazy till that switch give him a sex change
Hunid-hunid-hunid on the dash I do the race like it's a drag lane
Bitch keep talkin' reckless cut her off like this a bad fade (bad fade)
I just copped a Urus push the pedal through the fast lane
Bitch I'm in the hills I got a view just like the Batcave
Written by: Joshua R Crumpler, Shawn M Johnson
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