Prove Something lyrics

by

Hit-Boy


[Intro]
24hrs, and you know it's Hit-Boy
Twenty a boss
Come to my city and see how I'm living
Wear those Celine frames I get ya

[Chorus]
Oh you popping, you in LA now
I got money, so you ready now
Feel like Rocko, going steady now
She said let's make it fast, my dude coming
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
I spend it all and I won't lose nothing
I get that mouth and hit the cruise button
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing

[Verse 1]
She said I don't do no molly
But I'll roll your marjuana
You get this pus*y you gon' dub me
She said, "Twenty, hit it doggy
I call, I call, I call, I call
But Twenty you ignored me
You too fly for me, don't give me nothing you promised me
You don't talk to me, you really just wanna f*ck on me
You don't keep it real, you always wanna embarrass me"
Please don't call my phone until you wanna cherish me
b*tch you a bird I just say your name is parakeet
b*tch this is Gucci ain't no way that you comparing me
[Chorus]
Oh you popping, you in LA now
I got money, so you ready now
Feel like Rocko, going steady now
She said let's make it fast, my dude coming
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
I spend it all and I won't lose nothing
I get that mouth and hit the cruise button
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing

[Verse 2]
She said, "Twenty, you ain't acting right
Come eat this pus*y from the back tonight"
We was swagging crazy we was by the view
You would probably die if your n*gga knew
b*tch, I'm head to toe in Gucci like a mannequin
If you cheat on me, lil b*tch, I'm not your man again
We gon' fight and we make up and make a porn again
"There go Twenty he pull up and that new foreign again"
Once you try me ain't no way that I can care again
All these carrots on my wrist are vegetarian
All these diamonds on my neck look like the fair again
I put you on to YSL that's why you wearing them
[Chorus]
Oh you popping, you in LA now
I got money, so you ready now
Feel like Rocko, going steady now
She said let's make it fast, my dude coming
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
I spend it all and I won't lose nothing
I get that mouth and hit the cruise button
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
I f*ck her hard like I want prove something
That n*gga he a lame, he won't do nothing
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