24hrs - Prove Something lyrics

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24hrs - Prove Something lyrics

[Intro] 24hrs, and you know it's Hit-Boy Twenty a boss Come to my city and see how I'm living [Chorus] Oh you poppin you in LA now I got money so you ready now Feel like Rocko going steady now She said let's make it fast, my dude coming I f** her hard like I want prove something I spend it all and I won't lose nothing I hit that mouth and hit the cruise bu*ton That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing I f** her hard like I want prove something That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing I f** her hard like I want prove something That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing [Verse 1] She said I don't do no molly But I'll roll your marjuana You get this p**y you gon' [?] me She said twenty hit doggy I call, I call, I call, I call But twenty you ignored You too fly for me, don't give me nothing you promised me You don't talk to me, you really just wan f** on me You don't keep it real you always wan embarra** me Please don't call my phone until you wanna cherish me b**h you a bird I just say your name is parakeet b**h this is Gucci ain't no way that you comparing me [Chorus] Oh you poppin you in LA now I got money so you ready now Feel like Rocko going steady now She said let's make it fast, my dude coming I f** her hard like I want prove something I spend it all and I won't lose nothing I hit that mouth and hit the cruise bu*ton That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing I f** her hard like I want prove something That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing I f** her hard like I want prove something That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing [Verse 2] She said twenty you ain't acting right Come eat this p**y from the back tonight We was swagging crazy we was [?] You would probably die if your n***a knew b**h I'm head to toe in Gucci like a mannequin If you cheat on me lil b**h I'm not your man again We gon fight and make up and make a p**n again There go twenty he pull up and that new foreign again Once you try me ain't no way I can care again All these carrots on my wrist are vegetarian All these diamonds on my neck look like the fair again I put you on to YSL that's why you wearing them [Chorus] Oh you poppin you in LA now I got money so you ready now Feel like Rocko going steady now She said let's make it fast, my dude coming I f** her hard like I want prove something I spend it all and I won't lose nothing I hit that mouth and hit the cruise bu*ton That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing I f** her hard like I want prove something That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing I f** her hard like I want prove something That n***a he a lame, he won't do nothing

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