2 Chainz - PROUD (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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2 Chainz - PROUD (en) Lyrics
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Its tru radio
Wtru 6 o'clock, 6 o'clock
Time for grand street to rock
At the home of the hell weave killer
2 chains
Phones are going crazy
Everybody's on the video set
Countdown to mothers day 2018
Tryin to make my momma proud
I ain't tryin to let my momma down
Lets go kid
I'm just tryin to make my momma proud
I ain't fuck around with you
Tru university I pull it
up and murk a beat
Momma's house was filled up
with bags of hercules
As soon as I finish pissin
i put the seat down
Or my momma gonna curse
my damn ass out
Only child no sitters no besties
I couldn't do nothing
right like a lefty
Bought my momma's first house
with the jugg money
Bought my momma's second house
with the club money
Me and momma used to trap
out the same house
Used to eat and go to sleep
on the same couch
Me and momma got busted
at the same time
Went to court and told judge
the damn same lies
I can tell momma proud of her only son
2 chainz I always have
worn more than 1
Yeah I'm real, I'm ill you
know you gotta feel
You popping pills
I'm rarer than 2 dollar bills (yeah)
I'm just tryna make my momma proud
I ain't tryna let my momma down
My momma ain't raise no ho
Cause my momma ain't no ho
Drop a pin and see me
at your door nigga
Ho bitches getting fucked on the floor
They cold hearted so you
gotta do em cold
These hoes and my momma
can't get along
I was running up a check
Put the homies on the set
I was fucking up the porch
I ain't never do the fence
Got some from the gang
They'll do you for the check
And you know I'm gang gang
Cause that's the only thing I rep
Momma
When I leave the house
it's for them dollars
You was the reason i
bought that chopper
Cause I know you wanna
see me come up proper
As soon as I get right I said I got ya
Then I got ya.
Momma taught me how to
get that bank roll
Bought up in my life in
case the bank close
Momma ain't have it all, we
wore the same clothes
I keep that dough I keep that dough
I risk it all for dough
I found that forty-four would
turn me to an animal
Packin wild lil niggas wasn't
even compatible
Chopper firing sounding
just like a rattler
223 caliber you ain't in my caliber
Momma told me break it down
Keep giving me these bugs bugs
Sit on that g6
I'm flying higher let
them know you above
Momma, I put goyard on my momma
Every nigga not your partna
son when you come up
All them bitches in your face
son they all piranhas
Stay up out the way but
beat em if you run up
Mike jack in his prime with madonna
I'm tryna bring her to my momma
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