Proof94

Spinach, pasta, really want to cook it up
High like rastas, I know that it's not enough
No imposter bitch you know that it's not a bluff
All that yadiyadi I ain't trynna hear that shit
When we pull up with the squad, we be walking with a limp
Baby Powder in my hand, I'm a motherfucking pimp
If you really want to do it, better do it before it's too late
I know that you bitches two-faced
Got to keep a gram or two on my waist
Brain-like a CPU
This shit is about to race
Got to put a mask on feeling like Jason
That's the type of shit that got you feeling like a peasant
Raging, raising hell in this bitch
Lots of snakes in the grass cus they fell in the pit
If you try to show me how you did it
I ain't trynna trust it



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Writer(s): Sacha Cahen
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