Make U Proud

Lyrics

Goose with another one
 I hop in the Bentley, make you proud
 Ain't talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down
 At your bitch house, Givenchy'ed down
 I'm goin' deep, she pushin' out
 She know I'm the hottest in the town
 I can go to the bank and pull it out
 Baby got the hottest in the town
 I'm with a whole bunch of Crips
 Shit, feel like I'm on Slauson
 Pants, yeah, they fat as books
 We Death Row shit, call us Suge
 Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'
 I'm doin' all that it take
 I put these fishes on the bait
 Say she got love and affection
 Baby girl, wait
 I put this pain on you, put these rings on you, put that beam on you
 Can't save homie, he gon' bang on you
 They fuckin' kicked us out, they put the lean on it
 Fuck the drip up, double C on me
 My wrist wet like it rain on it
 Rover white, but I switched the paint on it
 I might catch arthritis with these rings on me (yeah, yeah)
 My name Lil Keed, but I'm a big dawg
 Came from the bottom but my money real tall
 I got hoes in the North and the South
 You say you the nigga but you not big dawg
 Yeah, I picked a band, that was not Migos
 Lookin' for the bag, no Finding Nemo
 Stick shootin' flames so he burnt like toast
 I'ma take a bow
 Yeah, real high, in the clouds
 Not worried 'bout your boy gettin' clout
 Yeah, I get high like a pilot, shit, I can't come down
 No, I'm not saying vows
 Yes, baby girl, lose the vowels
 Yes, girl, you can blow up with me, just stay down
 I hop in the Bentley, make you proud
 Ain't talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down
 At your bitch house, Givenchy'ed down
 I'm goin' deep, she pushin' out
 She know I'm the hottest in the town
 I can go to the bank and pull it out
 Baby got the hottest in the town
 I'm with a whole bunch of Crips
 Shit, feel like I'm on Slauson
 Pants, yeah, they fat as books
 We Death Row shit, call us Suge
 Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'
 I'm doin' all that it take
 I put these fishes on the bait
 Say she got love and affection
 Baby girl, wait
 All you had to do was stay down
 Smokin' big bags, deuce, deuce
 Yeah, I blow a whole lot of bands on the lil' ho, she make me proud
 Yeah, blow a lot of bands on my ho, and that's no doubt
 Yeah, blow a lot of bands on that bitch, then fuck her mouth
 Yeah, Percocet-10 on me, now a nigga focused
 Say you got a man, baby girl, come with me, focus
 Say you got a date, baby, girl, come with me, focus
 Yeah, I spent a whole lot of bands on a diamond choker
 I'm goin' wild, I'm the Joker
 These niggas jokes, Chris Tucker
 Opps, we smoke 'em like Smokey
 Bands in my pants, yeah, they poking
 These niggas rats, Ratatouille
 I don't need no license just to tote it
 I'ma freestyle, never wrote it
 I'm from the Ave, know I was chosen
 I'm from Atlanta
 We pour the fours in the Fanta
 Whole lot of red like a scandal
 Free Unfunk out the slammer
 Free Big Dre out the slammer
 I'ma respect, I got manners
 He sayin' he slime, who stamped him?
 We'll slime his ass out, okay
 I hop in the Bentley, make you proud
 Ain't talkin' Webbie, I wipe you down
 At your bitch house, Givenchy'ed down
 I'm goin' deep, she pushin' out
 She know I'm the hottest in the town
 I can go to the bank and pull it out
 Baby got the hottest in the town
 I'm with a whole bunch of Crips
 Shit, feel like I'm on Slauson
 Pants, yeah, they fat as books
 We Death Row shit, call us Suge
 Slime his ass out, yeah, we Took'
 I'm doin' all that it take
 I put these fishes on the bait
 Say she got love and affection
 Baby girl, wait
 

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Duration
03:13
Tempo
140 BPM

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