Proof Songtext
von Cozz
Proof Songtext
Ha, straight from ′93
Look
Drippin', all I got is juice
All about my business and still ain′t bought a suit
Women still follow suit, them niggas gon' follow too
As long as you got a bottle, them models gon' swallow too
She probably gon′ swallow two, me and my homeboy
It′s hard to gargle the truth, girl, do what you gotta do
I ain't givin′ her cat the hat though, dawg, I ain't Dr. Seuss
I been talkin′ that knowledge, my followin' is the proof
Is that why bras got ′em hostage or am I just kinda cute?
I'm not Vietnam and they troops, whenever I gotta shoot
Don't be tryna photobomb, gotta stay picture perfect
Sick for certain, but still got a whole lot to prove
Whenever I got the booth, I get to slaughterin′ you
My slobberin′ caused a pool and another loss of a tooth
Used an artist carcass for food, oh
You thought that you caught the flu?
Yeah, you thought you was sick 'til I brought you the soup
Your family oughta sue, seen your lyrical gat
Man, what you gon′ do with that? You niggas couldn't kill jack
You lookin′ just like Aku, like cartoons
Was a diamond in the rough, now Cozz the one that drop jewels
Still tryin' to cop jewels, a couple of cars too
Ménage with some large boobs, but don′t you call me a fool
I know none of these things is real, yeah, trust me, I see well
It's the size of a sea whale, picture couldn't be bigger
But, shit, I got dreams still, better act like you got a clue
I′m fuckin′ with Dreamville just because they got Lute
Nah, salute, I'm playin′, it's not true
You know I mean well as I watch the team build
The family tree swells, well
Dream team goin′ crazy on beats we don't think
Insanity seems to sell
Cursed with a gift, profanity, jingle bells
Or actually Annabelle, challenge me and you fail
Whole faculty gettin′ killed, catch me, get sent to jail
Without writin' me bail, better shackle me well
'Cause if them shackles do crack, then Cody Macc gon′ be hell
Gon′ be ballin' like Shaq for real, your woman back in the field
She gon′ want the sack like I pass in the NFL
Point the finger like Uncle Sam and get taxed for real
So don't be scared, just relax and chill
Relax and chill, motherfucker, chill
Look
Drippin', all I got is juice
All about my business and still ain′t bought a suit
Women still follow suit, them niggas gon' follow too
As long as you got a bottle, them models gon' swallow too
She probably gon′ swallow two, me and my homeboy
It′s hard to gargle the truth, girl, do what you gotta do
I ain't givin′ her cat the hat though, dawg, I ain't Dr. Seuss
I been talkin′ that knowledge, my followin' is the proof
Is that why bras got ′em hostage or am I just kinda cute?
I'm not Vietnam and they troops, whenever I gotta shoot
Don't be tryna photobomb, gotta stay picture perfect
Sick for certain, but still got a whole lot to prove
Whenever I got the booth, I get to slaughterin′ you
My slobberin′ caused a pool and another loss of a tooth
Used an artist carcass for food, oh
You thought that you caught the flu?
Yeah, you thought you was sick 'til I brought you the soup
Your family oughta sue, seen your lyrical gat
Man, what you gon′ do with that? You niggas couldn't kill jack
You lookin′ just like Aku, like cartoons
Was a diamond in the rough, now Cozz the one that drop jewels
Still tryin' to cop jewels, a couple of cars too
Ménage with some large boobs, but don′t you call me a fool
I know none of these things is real, yeah, trust me, I see well
It's the size of a sea whale, picture couldn't be bigger
But, shit, I got dreams still, better act like you got a clue
I′m fuckin′ with Dreamville just because they got Lute
Nah, salute, I'm playin′, it's not true
You know I mean well as I watch the team build
The family tree swells, well
Dream team goin′ crazy on beats we don't think
Insanity seems to sell
Cursed with a gift, profanity, jingle bells
Or actually Annabelle, challenge me and you fail
Whole faculty gettin′ killed, catch me, get sent to jail
Without writin' me bail, better shackle me well
'Cause if them shackles do crack, then Cody Macc gon′ be hell
Gon′ be ballin' like Shaq for real, your woman back in the field
She gon′ want the sack like I pass in the NFL
Point the finger like Uncle Sam and get taxed for real
So don't be scared, just relax and chill
Relax and chill, motherfucker, chill
Writer(s): Cody Rashad Osagie, Christen Mayhew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
