"Prove It" lyrics
I got somethin' to prove
I got somethin' to prove
I got somethin' to prove
I got somethin' to prove, yeah
(You are listening to DJ Vaider)
This a thug motivation (Motivation)
Never stop, I just kept grindin', keepin' patience
To the top and on my way I'm gettin' faded
Say you fuck with me, you don't fuck with me
Stop all that hatin', bitch, stop playin'
I walk out the house, know I'm in that soft
On the floor, had to make pallets, three [?] blankets make it soft
I made it shake, anything my hands done touched, I quickly got it off
Where I grew, they don't make it out
Leave your top in front the house
Told brother "Grind," bitch, go grind
Don't worry 'bout me, go do your thing
If you do good, if you do bad, they still gon' have some shit to say
Fuck the dumb shit, get the paper
We been served [?] plate
Think it's more gangster that I can say that I done Milly Rocked the bank
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
You say you love me, baby, fuck that, just prove it
You say you never change on me, just prove it
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
Now you just do it
The teacher crooked, preacher crooked
Hood lookin' at a nigga
Lord knows I'm tryna make [?], post up with the gorillas
Got pulled over and them dirty bitches took a nigga gripper
Bound out 'cause I'm a gangster and go get a bigger pistol
Nigga, what's the word? Let's go, it ain't a thing
Everyday get up and grind that shit, fight off the pain
Remember walkin' Holly Road? That shit won't be the same
Stay from 'round me with that pussy shit before I go insane
Bitch, I'm a grown man
Can't stand myself [?] lil' nigga [?] clearin' up
Got paper now, I'm gearin' up
Was boastin', wasn't fearin' nothin'
Was underage, totin' Glocks for my big cousin
Nigga crossed the line and died, bitch, on my side 'cause shit get ugly
I'm in that silver piranhas, big killer whales 'bout that drama
And all the clips comin' with curves, we dress 'em up with bandanas
Bang, put him up, he on the news, took his antennas, yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, I ain't got no screws [?] my manners
You say you fuck with me, well, prove it
Show me in real life, fuck all that cool shit
Plus, I give that love first, so, I be clueless
How the fuck they change on me? How they do it?
Clueless
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
You say you love me, baby, fuck that, just prove it
You say you never change on me, just prove it
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
Now you just do it
Whoa
Oh, oh, oh
Da, da, da-da-da-da-da
I got somethin' to prove
I got somethin' to prove
I got somethin' to prove, yeah
(You are listening to DJ Vaider)
This a thug motivation (Motivation)
Never stop, I just kept grindin', keepin' patience
To the top and on my way I'm gettin' faded
Say you fuck with me, you don't fuck with me
Stop all that hatin', bitch, stop playin'
I walk out the house, know I'm in that soft
On the floor, had to make pallets, three [?] blankets make it soft
I made it shake, anything my hands done touched, I quickly got it off
Where I grew, they don't make it out
Leave your top in front the house
Told brother "Grind," bitch, go grind
Don't worry 'bout me, go do your thing
If you do good, if you do bad, they still gon' have some shit to say
Fuck the dumb shit, get the paper
We been served [?] plate
Think it's more gangster that I can say that I done Milly Rocked the bank
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
You say you love me, baby, fuck that, just prove it
You say you never change on me, just prove it
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
Now you just do it
The teacher crooked, preacher crooked
Hood lookin' at a nigga
Lord knows I'm tryna make [?], post up with the gorillas
Got pulled over and them dirty bitches took a nigga gripper
Bound out 'cause I'm a gangster and go get a bigger pistol
Nigga, what's the word? Let's go, it ain't a thing
Everyday get up and grind that shit, fight off the pain
Remember walkin' Holly Road? That shit won't be the same
Stay from 'round me with that pussy shit before I go insane
Bitch, I'm a grown man
Can't stand myself [?] lil' nigga [?] clearin' up
Got paper now, I'm gearin' up
Was boastin', wasn't fearin' nothin'
Was underage, totin' Glocks for my big cousin
Nigga crossed the line and died, bitch, on my side 'cause shit get ugly
I'm in that silver piranhas, big killer whales 'bout that drama
And all the clips comin' with curves, we dress 'em up with bandanas
Bang, put him up, he on the news, took his antennas, yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, I ain't got no screws [?] my manners
You say you fuck with me, well, prove it
Show me in real life, fuck all that cool shit
Plus, I give that love first, so, I be clueless
How the fuck they change on me? How they do it?
Clueless
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
You say you love me, baby, fuck that, just prove it
You say you never change on me, just prove it
You say you fuck with me, well, fuck it, nigga, prove it
Now you just do it
Whoa
Oh, oh, oh
Da, da, da-da-da-da-da
