Lyrics:
Pro-Keds and you got Ked-Pros
Now let me get a little harder
Your mother's pregnant again and I'm the father
And if you think I'm lyin' by just a notch
so speak it down, that's when I watch him trip
I'm a young nigga, but older bitches fuckin' with the kid
Yeah, I can tell by how she pop her lips
Freak
Sippin' on that Cognac
Mix it with that Prozac
Drunk up off that flashback
"Damn you a Pro-Zach"
Tryin' to escape all of this shit they call society
Always
tanks, fifty thousand dollar fish up in 'em
My team was built to win
Hit your broad with that venom, pro clubs and Levi denims
You can tell by our women
Hoverin' by take cover, now I won't say it
again for I dive
Patience killin' my drive
Never mind who peep, who be top They meddlin' kids with metal, ain't
ain’t Fuckin with the popo
(Pause)
All this product in the boatload
Diamonds by the boatload
Bitches come around by the boatload
(Pause)
Know I always
It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chi-nese
Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot thats
Burnin' my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th
a fuckin sex killer
Nigga you got a story to tell, tell it, yell it
I rose wit the funkadelic
We don't believe shit stinks til we smell it
Let you tell
Stadium thriller without the manilla
Until this day I still uh
Drink Old English cannot stand Miller
Lyrically Im iller than a fuckin sex killer
Nigga
Hello
Who is this bitch it’s me
Pack just landed in aint no more drought meet up at 3
Yup that fine with me, tell me where to be and bet I’m coming
knockin at the fuckin door (Oh my God huh)
Now I done upgraded, not the nigga that you know (nah)
How I know you with me, you pump fakin like a pro
Now I
cool your fuckin jets, who wanna be next?
Ooh, I'll probably get life if I let
One off, so I let em go like a pro
Sir andre with an accent 3 triple 0
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
fuckin' with these bitches let em
Blow in wind cause now I'm up so I don't think they wanna
Hoe again I ain't at the crib, it's gettin' renovated
And I
Then niggas ain't ya friends them guys your enemies
You really sliding on the opps with your frenemies
Can't let you in my circle don't like your
by the cops now
In a Jag so we goin' fast, 150 in an 85
Not a care in the world, no
We're just tryna live our fuckin' life
Tell that chick
back, beat your fuckin' ass fool!
The only tear I might shed is a tattoo
I'm like Syria, because I'm bad news
I hit a retarded and ignorant schitzo
With
square dancin' on Pro Tools like
Smooth waves to boat shoes
I'ma change my name to Sea-Doo then
Let's see what I do
I'ma slide by then fly through in
Call me the pro-active mack with the ludicrously fat shit
That never fail to twist a nigga cap backwards
Being ( ? ) numb to the hum of a drum
When
So let's take it back stacking dough nigga
Imma Fuckin pro nigga why I gotta show
Really I don't know niggas I be on my own nigga fuck I gotta who I
down to yo girlfriend
She ready to ride like a tat show
Scoop her up like Basket Roberts then get
Her weded in a drive by
I don’t sleep with her
She
notice
I'm not homophobic, but I'm a little Homosapien phobic
You people know me. MoleyMujahid. And I made the fuckin' beat
Know that I'm pro me, once in
You're my son in the fuckin' wind
Like, there ain't no last thing
I can do you by the digit
Oh, it's no like a feeling
You know I'm not my, you know digit
her gimme slop
Made ten on my ass, nigga
Do you think I want a job?
I'm on OfferUp with PS5's
I'm juggin niggas
Brodie cook dis fuckin pros cuz
My shit
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