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lirik lagu yourmomlikesmymusic - proof

[intro: yourmomlikesmymusic, vincent, the owl]
owl, owl (yeah, yeah)
bryce, one up! (owl)
owl, owl

[verse 1: vincent, the owl]
click, shoot, we the clique that sip brew, it’s operate with liq b-tch hoot, grip booze
6 hundred and 6 six proof got your b-tch, loose coming out her swim suit, then poof
dreams of coppin’ a benz then bulletproof, cause the hater community full of goofs for the loot
cause all the dollars going to my daughters wallet sealing it so you feeling that you stealing it, call the doctors
i’m pullin’ tooth, yanking teeth, gang beef, pulling up 20, zangiefs, f-ck peace
f-ck a tucked piece, untucked like just left work boutta f-ck up drinks
my father had me go to pubs with a soda clutched, way before ya boy was old enough
no wonder when i walk up in them b-tches i be feeling home as f-ck, f-ck b-tches rather hold a cup
so f-ck back shots, order shots, i need a chick that say good morning 4 o’clock, oh d-mn
i rather go ham with a two thousand and four lohan then slow dance and romance with a boring thot

[bridge: yourmomlikesmymusic]
b-tch i don’t feel no way
pour a little more liquor up in my cup don’t give a f-ck what it is
i been mia
never gave 2 sh-ts what you rep, what you rap, or your whip, what the watch on your wrist is
b-tch please i don’t feel no way
i don’t feel no

[verse 2: yourmomlikesmymusic]
f-ck good behaviour, i be on my worst, hit vincent for the verse
f-ck a critic, f-ck a b-tch publicist, double fist a couple 40’s ‘for i dip, i’m gonna stir up trouble first
might go dumb till there ain’t no thought bubble but if a thot with a bubble b-tt wants to cuddle then i’m leaving her bubble burst
tumblr girls h-ttin’ my dms, kicking em’ to the curb, already got a girl and you cannot f-ck with hers
but these critics on my f-cking nerves in my bis, zuckerburg
spit a clip, f-ck the purge, murder this sh-t every night
parasites suck up your energy, centipedes
enemies tend to be chucking dirt, picking fights
f-ck your words i don’t feel no way
why would i when i’m in abu dhabi or dubai, and got a brawd who ride or die and caught a body like janelle monae
can’t slow down, b-tch i’m mia
get mowed down if you’re in my way
she got that motown soul when she go down slow
and i should know by now but i’m wilin’ anyway

[verse 3: yourmomlikesmymusic]
motherf-cker just pull up and fill up my cup, f-cked up, we still up to 6-6-6 (uh, huh)
still love to puff gorilla so fill up a blunt, hit this spliff, get lit
she a k!ller, cruella de vil, on the real i’m a dog, yeah this pup is sick-sick-sick
still love to cut, but i tell her good luck, then i dip cause the clock tick-tick-tick-tick

juicy spinach on the beat

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