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Succa Proof Lyrics

Nipsey Hussle – Succa Proof Lyrics

Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof

Look, I don't fuck what you niggas done
I don't give a fuck where you niggas from
For you and your mouth go and get a gun
Leave you slumped on the scene, that's a hit and run
Oh y'all Bloods, oh y'all Crips now
Fuck it, I'm big draws, I'm J. Prince now
I frontline wars we can't fix now
Bought latex gloves, that's no prints now
If you broke bread, you got chip now
Couple things you can't buy inside this town
Loyalty, love, and respect
And niggas really 'stort you out your check

Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof

Look, I don't give a fuck how you niggas feel
I can tell the fake, I can take the real
Got a purple heart out the battlefield
Now watch me levitate to a hundred mil'
Fuck a pound, nigga, fuck a pill
I negotiated a better deal
Fuck around, nigga, yes I will
Take a life 'fore I take an L
Time to even out the playing field
'Cause niggas wasn't playing fair
I'm solo and still made it here
Rich real nigga, ask yo bitch how that make her feel
Bang

Original badmon
Touch di road and tear couple tousand
Dese streets dem ah our own
Ain't no love fi drop pon di streets man ah send you home
It get hotta den a toasta
Can't violate Rvssian and Cosa
Boi dis Nipsey Hussle
Exercise mi trigger finger muscle

Gang gang, money, violence the shit so dangerson
You know the lifestyle dangerous
Oh yeah, those colors so dangerous, Lord
Money, the fame, and the power, shit so dangerous
And with these bitches so dangerous
You know the streets so dangerous, Lord

Who's the badmon? Who can draw?

Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
Pop at you lames 'cause I'm succa proof
Don't play no games, boy I'm busta proof
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Songwriters: Ermias Joseph Asghedom, Michael Cox, Larrance Dopson, Khalil Abdul-Rahman, John Groover, Jeret Griffin-Black, Garnett Flynn
Succa Proof lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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