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proud - p3rcc lyrics

[intro]
ayo, zay, where the f*ck you been at?
hahaha, hahaha, oh

[chorus]
go up, go down, if i go in yo crib i won’t make a sound
got a glock on my hip, i won’t talk, hit that boy in the leg, then tell that boy, “walk it out”
see, i’m finna go up, them n*ggas like, “wow”
now i be the man, i’m the talk of the town
i’m finna go up, i’m ignoring the down
man, this sh*t is not easy, so you cannot pout
suppressor the bl!cky, you won’t hear a sound
i was down on my d*ck, i was lost, now i’m found
i was lacking the confidence, but now i’m so proud
i’m high in the sky, i’m up in the clouds
can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, cause they be so foul
[verse]
i don’t want my bread later, b*tch, i want it now
b*tch, i’m high as the birds and i’m off of that loud
boy, you is a b*tch, boy, you is a child
if i slide on your block, then i’m picking you up
when i hop on a beat, i go dumb, i go nuts
yes i’m rocking the number (n)ine, n*gga, don’t touch
yo shawty a turkey ‘cause she getting stuffed (on god, what the f*ck, brrt)
run down, guns up, b*tch, you not finna shoot what you trippin’ ‘bout
got a glock on my hip, f*ck him, hit his out
he got a heart, n*gga, i’m finna rip it out
yo shawty a sl*t, yo shawty a thot
see the 9 on my hip, i think i’m bricking out
if you not talking bread, then don’t come around
if you don’t got a bl!ck, n*gga, watch your mouth
my n*gga, don’t talk if you don’t wanna fight
not tryna see yo momma cry
think you be that n*gga, you thinkin’ you him
but, n*gga, you not that guy (you not)
this life is a game, this life is a gamble, so, n*gga, come roll the dice
no, i’m not a hero, no, i’m not a knight
you a goofy lil’ n*gga, i should call you flight
i don’t f*ck with no jakes, i don’t f*ck with no mice
if you talk on my name, then it’s gon’ be a price
ima stand on my feet, ima look to the sky
no, i am not british, so i don’t need a knife
no, i’m not a plumber, but i got the pipe
if i’m uppin’ this sh*t, then i’m takin’ yo life
i been f*ckin’ yo shawty, like why would you wife?
man, this sh*t is so loose, boy, that sh*t is not right
b*tch, i stay with the strap on my hip, like a dyk*
man, these n*ggas be b*tches, man, i feel like ike
when it comes to the pressure, no, i will not crack
when i’m wit’ yo shawty, i be breakin’ her back
b*tch, i’m comin’ in first, i am not comin’ last
i hop in the ‘cat, man that sh*t is too fast (d*mn, haha, yeah, on god, d*mn, like what)
[chorus]
go up, go down, if i go in yo crib i won’t make a sound
got a glock on my hip, i won’t talk, hit that boy in the leg, then tell that boy, “walk it out”
see, i’m finna go up, them n*ggas like, “wow”
now i be the man, i’m the talk of the town
i’m finna go up, i’m ignoring the down
man, this sh*t is not easy, so you cannot pout
suppressor the bl!cky, you won’t hear a sound (shh)
i was down on my d*ck, i was lost, now i’m found
i was lacking the confidence, but now i’m so proud
i’m high in the sky, i’m up in the clouds
can’t f*ck with these n*ggas, cause they be so foul (i don’t, d*mn, hahaha, ha)

- p3rcc lyrics

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