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proof freestyle - playapossestacks lyrics

[verse]
aye, shoutout my as*salamu alayk*ms, ion do pork
i took a trip to see my new hoe in new york
we ain’t finna call police, but this a new porsche (9/11)
your b*tch looking like a snack, mine a full course
i*a call a hoe a b*tch, like i’m too $hort
her boyfriend ain’t wanna see me ’cause he too short
n*gga you don’t want beef, i’m a food court
and if i send a press, then it’s full court
buffed up, hoes ask me if i do sports
making songs and breaking hoes ain’t my new sport
took his b*tch, take the l, be a good sport
if you heard i’m getting money, that’s a good source
had to wake up and get it, not a fantasizer
now i’m eating benihanas for a appetizer
ain’t shake hands before covid, been had sanitizer
couldn’t see you lil’ n*ggas with a magnifier
lil baby ass n*gga, need a pacifier
run up on me then i’m bussin, i’ma rapid fire
i ain’t mean to knock yo’ b*tch, i just was passing by her
put the rock in my hands if it’s at the wire
i*a beat a n*gga ass like i’m mike tyson
new york pizza, cut a n*gga into 5 slices
in the club spending money, we don’t mind prices
but we*a blow this b*tch up, hoe we like isis
n*ggas in they mid*twenties, midlife crisis
life a gamble, in the bay though, we shoot dices
and i ain’t f*cking with no rats, b*tch we shoot mices
running through these hoes like henry, i’m a true titan
if you ain’t playa posse, n*gga f*ck a feature (f*ck ’em)
green bean team, hit you with a buzzer beater
all my b*tches come in twos, like a soda liter
them hoes ain’t f*ckin, then i’m splittin’ like a yoga teacher (gone)
had to lubricate the glock, so it can’t jam
you don’t wanna bump into me, i’m mayhem
hit yo’ block with some rocks, i’m a caveman
[?] sh*t, whoop yo’ ass and don’t shake hands
can’t take l’s, if i do, it’s a fluke
hit the show, big straps, i be with the troops
we the 2 live crew, like that n*gga luke
or a nuke, i’ma shoot, like i went to duke
n*ggas see me out in person, but*a chuck a deuce
put this chop to yo’ top, and i*a raise the roof
hit a n*gga with some magic, it*a make him poof
i just hit a b*tch so bad, brodie wanted proof

- playapossestacks lyrics

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