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lirik lagu 1takejay – proud of u (blueface remix)

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[intro]
lowthegreat lowthegreat lowthegreat
wait hold up
hold up
hold up

[hook]
n~ggas pockets on a diet
catfish n~ggas lying
n~gga you tried it
i do this without trying
mama keep on telling me i’m proud of you
mama shut the f~ck up you ain’t even got no prada
n~gga had it rough but i’m still gucci
blister on my feet from these shoes but they still gucci
b~tch p~ssy weak but it’s still coochie
b~tch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
i ain’t got no manners i’mma foolie

[verse 1: 1takejay]
n~gga like the toilet i’ll let this b~tch use me
specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me (she wanna f~ck)
b~tch i ain’t no kid, i’m tryna get the cooties
the head , and all that other sh~t that you be doin’
it’s simple, baby, pull up like a huggie (like a huggie)
like a big mac, i want you to mc~love me (i want you to mc~love me)
i remember back then if she was in street i still couldn’t hit it
like a parked car now she getting curve
r.i.p swerve (r.i.p swerve), from the jordan downs (jordan downs)
i remember i had a bucket i’m so foreign
now, b~tch don’t drown (don’t drown)
i just threw 30 thou (30 thou?)
on a necklace, b~tch i’m that reckless
really i’m that n~gga still living like a peasant (living like a peasant)
no i’m not broke i’m just humble if you guessing
you just wanna f~ck huh, b~tch you guessed it bop

[hook]
n~ggas pockets on a diet
catfish n~ggas lying
n~gga you tried it
i do this without trying
mama keep on telling me i’m proud of you
mama shut the f~ck up you ain’t even got no prada
n~gga had it rough but i’m still gucci
blister on my feet from these shoes but they still gucci
b~tch p~ssy weak but it’s still coochie
b~tch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
i ain’t got no manners i’mma foolie

[verse 2: blueface]
blueface baby (yeah), blueface ap (aight)
blu~ray [?] never on the block bustah you was at the redbox
everybody got dead homies b~tch i got dead homies (on the dead homies)
b~tch i’m on 17 with somethin’ that hold 17
[?] tiny smoke, [?] insane, school yard crip gang
b~tch i’m a member, make sure you remember
i’m cold like december, get hit like a fender
bend over the couch, if we not f~cking, no dinner
b~tch i just spent thirty thou’ on some furniture
i don’t wanna kick it, kick a b~tch to the curb
uber a b~tch and a lyft for a bird
the same time, crack any b~tch with the same line
blueface baby, love me or hate me
i’m paid, still running fades in balenciagas (ooh)
keep a [?]

[hook]
n~ggas pockets on a diet
catfish n~ggas lying
n~gga you tried it
i do this without trying
mama keep on telling me i’m proud of you
mama shut the f~ck up you ain’t even got no prada
n~gga had it rough but i’m still gucci
blister on my feet from these shoes but they still gucci
b~tch p~ssy weak but it’s still coochie
b~tch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
i ain’t got no manners i’mma foolie