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prove it - rizzie redd lyrics

i get annoyed with confusing sh*t
so called real n*ggas with this choosing sh*t
must’ve bumped your f*cking head
think i’m losing sh*t
f*ck tough talking on the net
you gotta prove the sh*t
i get a chuckle from the world wide web
you shoulda tried this sh*t like 10 ago
you tryna push my b*ttons at my pinnacle
i’ll really beat sh*t down a n*gga leg
really gun buck blood from a n*gga head
f*ck what them n*ggas said
f*ck how the city feel
f*ck they gone do to rizz
even mr freeze couldn’t give me chills
cuz on wild side scouting out a vantage point plotting how to make em vanish
ride up or just take the transit
i ain’t the type to plan it
i need the upper hand
catch em outside 1 getting a steak sandwich
the red beam on the glock light up
we”ll turn his block to a candle lighting
and pop right up
muzzle got a flash looking like a spotlight up
you better duck or get shot right up
my south n*ggas love rifles
with stocks they could prop right up
the ks dot
show them p*ssies they are not like us
my family matters so i be tryna stay out the way but dammit these f*ggots
just want chuck to come out to play
tryna find dirt on me
it’s not working on me
i’m from the gutta n*gga
always wore the dirt on my sleeve
can’t make sh*t up gotta prove it
this a message to however
hear this sh*t and make the shoes fit
lately i been on some cool sh*t
but in a snap of finger the whole mood switch
this feel like back in the day
i woke up felt like rapping today
beats on repeat in traffic
just trapping away
please don’t beef wit me
i’ll show u what happens to steak
the black ratchet b*tch nina
get to clapping ya face
i get annoyed when n*ggas
tell me to drop music
like thats what im not doing already
i drop frequent and steady
they scroll past those
and comment on some drama
or when im being an assh0l*
can’t even debate about rap flows
n*ggas getting snippy over friendly debates
but in person the laundry service
look how fast they fold
how da f*ck you don’t have goals
and you that old
sh*t i was 18 like mad max on them backroads carried the work like burden
we split a brick like a surgeon
my b*tch give head got me swerving
i didn’t crash though
your life type wack
you black mike jack
cause everybody from ya past
knows you really not like that
i don’t know what to expect from n*ggas
bunch of selective hearers
labeled a know it all
when i just try correcting n*ggas
opinions vs facts
i think yall should know the difference
don’t get upset wit n*ggas
just go and check my n*gga
left some people in the past
i wanna forget them n*ggas
job at comcast couldn’t pay me
to connect with n*ggas
i could never stand beside em
i don’t respect them n*ggas
they claim they real street dudes
somebody vet them n*ggas
i get annoyed with confusing sh*t
so called real n*ggas wit this choosing sh*t
must’ve bump your f*cking head
think i’m losing sh*t
f*ck tough talking on the net
you gotta prove the sh*t
i did a lot of crime and i’m not bragging
it’s just what happens when ya daddy
st patrick and your momma work a 9*5
i been a star i’ll have ya b*tch
give me blackhole sucky swallow andromeda
what a phenomenon
b*tch i don’t eat no p*ssy during ramadan
but you gone slurp this d*ck up it’s ramen time
i had rizz before the kids made my name lingo
and i ain’t buying
that yall deciding to stay single
just to embarrassed
to show the b*tch that you made ya equal n*ggas ain’t qualified
to talk about who’s not a dime
a lot of lies in their single
me and the guys did illegal sh*t
had them grams at the table
and wasn’t playing bingo
stares get exchanged then the fifth come out tough guy disappeared then the b*tch come out hov told us all before how the sh*t play out
real n*ggas know the real goals to get way out no we don’t believe threats
we need a e.g
b*tch you better hide in your hood like et
don’t even be outside
you gotta prove the sh*t
sun just past through fast like a lunar eclipse
these n*ggas super lame
f*ck if they feel me
if i’m a has been then yall are never will b’s
can’t make sh*t up gotta prove it
this a message to whoever hears this sh*t
and makes the shoes fit
i get annoyed with confusing sh*t
so called real n*ggas with the choosing sh*t
must’ve bumped your f*cking head
think i’m losing sh*t
f*ck tough talking on the net
you gotta prove the sh*t

- rizzie redd lyrics

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