YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Proof Lyrics

Proof Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a New English song from the album “The Last Slimeto” sung by popular rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Lyrics of this song are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again and music produced by Ran Beats.

Proof Lyrics

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)
I’ve been
I don’t even know when I’m doin’ good

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin’ your body (Ooh)
You know I’m lovin’ you
(What you feelin’ like?)
What to do?
I wan’ see you, I’m like, “I wanna see you too”
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I’m a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin’ me to say the truth
I can’t explain without no proof

So much s**t I had to face, I’m up to date, I made it through
He dirty, worked him with that K ’cause he got paid and that’s so cool
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go
Christ is in the chain, got the crowd sayin’ my name
There’s a nеw Maybach truck over there tеn times I ain’t drove, I’m sold
That my childhood friend named Mel on the phone
Right now, he f**ked up tellin’ me to hold it down
I’m all alone, he got a disease inside his body, I’m tryna pay for to get it gone
I’m never sleep when he asleep
Soon as he call, pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin’ bullets, runnin’ home
Long range shots fired
I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin’ on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home
She ain’t stick with me on the come-up
But now she with me that I’m on

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin’ your body
You got me, oh
You know I’m lovin’ you
(What you feelin’ like?)
What to do?
I wan’ see you, I’m like, “I wanna see you too”
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I’m a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin’ me to say the truth
I can’t explain without no proof

Sportsinator, terminator, swing with the Glock, come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I’m not ’til my s**t blue
Is who I’m are, I’m not who they say I’m is, I’m this way until the day I’m killed
Tryna save up thirty dollars to thirty mil’, oh, yeah, my God real
I ain’t had my rod, they wet up my whole car, duck from a line of steel
This ain’t no façade, as a child, I had it hard, as a man, I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see her future
Fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid
She don’t know how to love
She think I’m stupid (Nah, for real), bi**h
This my girl, what I say, she do it, with a girl who I met out when tourin’
Skippin’ school, gotta run from truant
Victim to the streets, he murder s**t
He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin’ from that Altima
He heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school
But my ni**a took the bi**h
She wanna go, we tear apart if she ain’t cut for this

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin’ your body
You got me, oh
You know I’m lovin’ you
(What you feelin’ like?)
What to do?
I wan’ see you, I’m like, “I wanna see you too”
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I’m a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin’ me to say the truth
I can’t explain without no proof

I can’t explain without no proof
Can’t do no controllin’ you

Song Details
Singer : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album : The Last Slimeto
Lyrics : YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Jason Goldberg
Music : Palaze, Ran Beats, UV Killin Em
Label : Atlantic Records

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