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fredo santana - prove sum كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
call a n-gga say what’s up man
squad sh-t
savage squad sh-t b-tch
savage squad sh-t b-tch
fredo what up man
fredo man lil reesy we in this b-tch
reesy, hey what’s up man

[hook: fredo santana]
i’da ran up that paper, i got that new money
lame n-ggas hatin’, but ain’t gon’ do nothin’
you gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin’
you gon’ make me grab my chopper & just shoot somethin’
say you got a body n-gga prove somethin’ (prove sum)
make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin’
say you gotta body n-gga prove somethin’

[verse 1: lil reese]
all my n-ggas grimy, we gon do somethin’
say you gotta chopper, n-gga shoot somethin’
skeet off from the scene, it was two somethin’
skeet off from the scene, i got to dumpin’
now i ain’t with the talk, cause i’ma do somethin’
miss me with the talking, n-gga you bluffin’
this sh-t get so deep, man i said f-ck my cousin
hit that b-tch and put her out like it was nothin’
smoking out the pound, we used to roll fob nothin’
used to be my mans, now like at you like nothin’
i came up from nothing, now i’m on to somethin’
and all this sh-t can’t stop me, n-gga cause i’m keep hustlin’

[hook: fredo santana]
ay
i’da ran up that paper, i got that new money
lame n-ggas hatin’, but ain’t gon’ do nothin’
you gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin’
you gon’ make me grab my chopper & just shoot somethin’
say you got a body n-gga prove somethin’ (prove sum)
make me grab my chopper and just shoot somethin’
say you gotta body n-gga prove somethin’

[verse 2: fredo santana]
light up a f-ck n-gga crib in broad day (d-mn)
can’t find that n-gga, shoot where his momma stay (f-ck it)
three k!llers with me, d-mn in your driveway (d-mn)
deebo a n-gga, sn-tch his chain like friday (f-ck him!)
trap or die, i get mine the harder way (what?)
and you can’t get a penny like tim hardaway (trap!)
i juug, finesse, i get mine the smarter way (juug)
pull up with ak’s where your son and daughter stay (glahh)
extort a lame n-gga, man he gotta pay (f-ck him!)
i put that bag on your head if i gotta pay (f-ck him!)
k!ll a n-gga, i ain’t like his -ss anyway
lil folks shoot you in the face, i ain’t gotta spray (boss)

[outro: fredo santana]
ay, ay
i’da ran up that paper i got that new money
lame n-ggas hatin’ but they ain’t gon’ do nothin’
you gon’ make me grab my chopper and just shoot something
fake -ss tough n-ggas
say you out here man
do something man
n-gga turn up
squad sh-t man

- fredo santana

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