Your Stepdad - ​no proof lyrics

[Your Stepdad - ​no proof lyrics]

Ayy

Shorty lie on my name with no proof
(Proof)
Go back for a nut on occasion (yeah)
Bro, why I keep lying to myself
Telling hoes I'm working on patience?
Big bro caked up, Mulan (Mulan)
I'm closing my eyes 'round Asians (yeah)
How she like to play with my life?
I blaze right by the Caucasians
She say my name with that tone in her voice
Treat shorty like
She do what I say, oh shit
Block nigga like AD Davis
Can I trust my bro with my life?
Gotta see when that time rise
I'll happily risk my life
But I still won't share my fries

And I still won't share no tears
Gotta keep shit tight when I meet them skies
Can't go out sad like Kurt Cobain
Gotta die in a white bitch thighs
Thank God my bro held on to that will
That's lifе right before his eyеs
I'm thankfully hurting these
Niggas, highkey, all
These boys be spies, ayy, ayy
Look, why not fuck up the economy?
Don't give a fuck if my
People ain't proud of me
Came out the dirt with the soil inside of me
She got a purse and my condoms inside of it
It's a few Perc's with me
Walking beside of me
You scared to ride for me, nigga?
You want the wealth
But you don't want to work
Fell for a ho, lost sight of my worth
When I get high, that shit feel like a curse
So I might need a clerk
Or a mo'fucking nurse
I wanna know what it's like
To get millions of dollars
I don't give a fuck about first
Fuck it if I need a shirt
Only way I'm in a church
Only way I'm in a church

Shorty lie on my name with no proof
(Proof)
Go back for a nut on occasion (yeah)
Bro, why I keep lying to myself
Telling hoes I'm working on patience?
Big bro caked up, Mulan (Mulan)
I'm closing my eyes 'round Asians (yeah)
How she like to play with my life?
I blaze right by the Caucasians
She say my name with that tone in her voice
Treat shorty like
She do what I say, oh shit
Block nigga like Anthony Davis
Can I trust my bro with my life?
Gotta see when that time rise
I'll happily risk my life
But I still won't share my fries
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

These niggas gon' judge me
When I'm being open
No wonder I'm smoking this doja for coping
I go to my family for nothing, I'm over it
I'm only fond of my homies and drugs
I'm only calm when I'm holding the slugs
Solo my dolie, I'm made out of mud
Both of my middle fingers to my blood
Ayy, ayy, ayy, I might succumb to a heater
Don't wanna try life again like Aaliyah
I fell in love with a bitch named Aaliyah
But, shorty had left me 'cause
I was a cheater and
I'm doing all that I can just to meet her
And shorty ain't never replied
To my messaging
Goofy bitches tryna kick it like Messi
No wonder everything in my life is messy
I probably won't answer you back
If you text me
I rather be by myself on my B day
Ten toes down for myself like a plié
I jump (Uh, ayy)
Jump off a bridge and I land on a freeway
Ayy, ayy, I wanna (Mmm, ayy)

Shorty lie on my name with no proof
(Proof)
Go back for a nut on occasion (yeah)
Bro, why I keep lying to myself
Telling hoes I'm working on patience?
Big bro caked up, Mulan (Mulan)
I'm closing my eyes 'round Asians (yeah)
How she like to play with my life?
I blaze right by the Caucasians
She say my name with that tone in her voice
Treat shorty like
She do what I say, oh shit
Block nigga like AD Davis
Talking 'bout (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

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