Proud of Me Lyrics
We ain't doin' too much (Nobody ain't want no static)
He gotta be a star (Gotta be a star, yeah)
Ayy, he gotta be a star (Oh, he gotta be a star, yeah)
He gotta be a star (Got to)
Uh
Ayy, I made it out the hood, I hope you proud of me (I hope you proud of me)
Baby, when you suck the d*ck, do it properly (Just do it properly)
Ayy, I'm headed to the top, it ain't no stoppin' me (It ain't no stoppin' me)
Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be
Mama, look, I'm finally on TV, long way from poverty (Finally on TV, long way from poverty)
Know my brother got my back, them boys gon' slide for me (They slide for me)
How the f*ck I blow through thirty thousand? I got that shit on me (I got that shit on me)
Ridin' through the city, glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me (Glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me)
Smokin' on that gas like a Mack truck (Mack truck)
I know you a fan but, n*gga, back up (Back up)
Made it from the bottom, got my racks up (Got my racks up)
I ain't beefin' 'bout no b*tch if I done had her
I done had her, ayy, I need a new b*tch
They was watchin' me, I went and got a new whip
Uh, took my Rollie, bussed it down, I got a new wrist
Uh, don't lose you life for all that flexin' on that cool shit
Uh, wait your turn, n*gga, it ain't your turn (Turn)
Just like my diamonds, I just wanna shine (Just wanna shine)
Got them racks but I go hard like I ain't got a dime (Ain't got a dime)
And I'm gon' put one in your top if you think 'bout takin' mine
Twenty-five shots out that FN, they might take your mind
Told lil' bruh, "You signed up for this shit, you better not drop a dime"
And I know them n*ggas want my spot, better fall in line (Fall in line)
They won't need no Perky when it's murder time (When it's murder time)
Choppers up, them young n*ggas killin' for no reason (They killing for no reason)
Militant, my woadie, now we spinnin' for no reason (Spinnin' for no reason)
It's a mag' to the game, I'm never leavin' (Swear, I'm never leavin')
I swear I'm grindin' hard so we can ball every season (Ball every season)
Ball on these n*ggas just like Tiffany (Haddish)
F*ck her off a Perc, it give me energy (Ain't want no static)
Ayy, you must be paralyzed if you ain't feelin' me (If you ain't feelin' me)
I said I like you, baby girl, I ain't mean it literally (No, I ain't mean that literally)
Diamonds rose gold, Rose Bowl, Jerry Jeudy
Shawty way in Houston, fell in love with her booty
All these f*ckin' clips in the Suburban, shoot a movie
Know them n*ggas ain't wanna see me win, look how they do me
Ayy, look how they do me (How they do me)
Uh, I be kickin' shit just like Bruce Lee (Ayy, just like Bruce Lee)
She say she love me, she don't never wanna lose me (She don't wanna lose me)
I just might put one in your cap if you get moody (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I made it out the hood, I hope you proud of me (Proud of me)
Baby, when you suck the d*ck, do it properly (Ayy, do it properly)
Ayy, I'm headed to the top, it ain't no stoppin' me
Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be
Mama, look, I'm finally on TV, long way from poverty (Finally on TV, long way from poverty)
Know my brother got my back, them boys gon' slide for me (They slide for me)
How the f*ck I blow through thirty thousand? I got that shit on me (I got that shit on me)
Ridin' through the city glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me (They can't get rid of me)
Song Details
Singer : Dee Watkins, FCG Heem
Lyrics : Dee Watkins, FCG Heem
Music : Gibbo, MoneyEvery
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