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'Proof' Lyrics - Don Trip
Here is Proof Lyrics by Don Trip

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Verse)
That money made me obnoxious, self-centered, intolerable
If I can’t make no dollars off it
Bitch I don’t even wanna talk to you
Fuck yo feelings, fuck yo point of view
I couldn’t care less about what you goin through
Real recognize real and I’m not so sure of you bitch
Fuck you want from me? I’m not here, deny charity
Gold diggers wanna neighbor me
Somebody tell that hoe to seek therapy
I got enough stress, I got money from that fuck up deal last year I ain’t touched yet
It’s me, myself and I
Then we give a fuck if that makes you upset
Truthfully, no, truthfully
What else could you do to me?
I watched mama pawn all her jewelry
Just so she can buy food to eat
You know who I’m with, if it’s you and me
I ain’t had the same as I used to be
You damn right I’ve been losin sleep
I’ve been on a 3 year losin streak
But I ain’t lost a step, I was in too deep then I caught my breath
They say that experience is the best teacher
In that case, I guess I taught myself
Burner on me, no that ain’t nothing
Knew the same nigga from last year
The truth is I couldn’t change
Even if I was a cashier

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Hook)
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

(Verse)
I say fuck whoever don’t ride for me
Man yo pane so obsolete
I pull a price on yo bank account then all my goons go on a shopping spree
They ain’t makin no Twitter rants
I’m too motherfuckin sick and fat
I got too much dough to be desperate
And not enough to be kickin it back
It go rearview, brown bitch make some match
I fuck em but I never deal with em
I’m a dog ass nigga, they still dig me
I get mo pussy then kitty litter
I wake up to see billboards
That mean I see the bigger picture
I’m bout my cut like the service scout
Pull out razor and a pair of scissors
Bitch!

I’m all I got and I got no complaints
Pistol full of brass and my heart filled with novocaine
Dollar after dollar, tryna reach my quota
That’s why I wake up and grind like a couple forgies

(Bridge)
I’m just tryna make my music
And fuck hoes in my Jacuzzi
But out here niggas talkin foolish
Got that 30 round that’s on me,
Potna please don’t make me prove it

(Hook)
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it
I said please don’t make me prove it, please don’t make me prove it
If I pull that sum bitch out then that mean I gotta use it

I said please don’t make me prove it

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