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Nothing to Prove Lyrics by Hansum Homie

2016

[Intro: Diz-E Loaf]
Yo
It's Diz-E Loaf
We on that real shit right now
Word
Yeah Man Lit Mafia Productions
I'm off a kilo right now
Word to your bitch
[Hook: Hansum Homie and Diz-E Loaf]
Twelve inch rims
Twelve dick
Put it in her mouth and the bitch get sick
Twelve inch clip man that shit's so big
Hitting them licks nigga
Flipping them bricks, bitch
My drawings poor but my lines are smooth
I take a shit on the floor
It's going up in the louvre
Yeah you know the haters gonna hate
I got the bitches galore you know I got nothing to prove
[Verse 1: Diz-E Loaf]
Welcome to the crib
Drinks are on ice
Get your ass up on the couch cause you looking so nice
You're sipping that drank with the candy and the sprite
Tell me what you think I'll handle it right
Got a Glock in my waistband 999
I got a belt on me but the shit's not tight
Two bitches in my bed and they 69
And 911 cause that pussy on fire
Drop a million in the club like butterfingers bitch
Flick from my hand on their ass and them tits
I buy the bitches weed and I buy the bitches drinks
One finger in the stink two fingers in the pink, bitch
I'm testy don't test me
Can I get the check please
A hundred thousand dollars bitch I drop that on the daily
Bitch trynna play me
See if she can catch me
If she looking sexy
She can lick the testes
Pull up in the Benz
And the Lambo and the Rari and the Masi and the BMW
Pull up in an Audi
You know I brought the Glock
So you know I'm popping shots and popping pussy as I pop the clutch
I don't fuck with cops
Get in line to do a line of the rock
Red stop sign but I ain't gonna stop
Got an all gold watch
And an all white cock
And If she all white trash then I don't wanna talk
Afternoon sex she hit me up at the three o'clock
Hammer on the deck leave her pussy in shock
She said "Where you at?"
I said "You already know, thot."
"I'm a real G, so I'm hitting up the G spot."
[Hook: Hansum Homie and Diz-E Loaf]
Twelve inch rims
Twelve dick
Put it in her mouth and the bitch get sick
Twelve inch clip man that shit's so big
Hitting them licks nigga
Flipping them bricks, bitch
My drawings poor but my lines are smooth
I take a shit on the floor
It's going up in the louvre
Yeah you know the haters gonna hate
I got the bitches galore you know I got nothing to prove
[Verse 2: Hansum Homie]
Yo it's Hansum with the verse
You heard it from me first
Might arrive in a chopper
But you'll leave in a hearse
Not fucking with the doctor bitch I'm all about the nurse
Bitch nigga try to fuck with me I'll make your bad looks worse
Hitting up the contest gonna be a trip
Pulling up in the Rari
Hopping out of the whip
Got two different girls peeling off of the dick
Running back to their nigga like a dog with a stick
They like their nigga but the love my dick
I got a lotta drugs in me but I don't feel sick
I don't like magic but I do like tricks
I said the devil is my best friend 666
Got the pope in the country
Five shots now we drunk
We go hard till the AM bust nuts on that cunt
Wake up
She wearing his robe
Where you wanna go bitch?
Just spin the globe
Big diamond earrings sitting both your lobes
And you're hitting up the club with all the lights that strobe
And the dope is dope
Sipping rum and coke
Throwing all this money cause I'll never be broke
And I'm never gonna choke I got a real nice boat
My clothes stay dry, and my hoes stay soaked
I make my own deals for this weed I smoke
Take you high out in space
Galilean telescope
Cocaine for breakfast
Just joking my necklace
Isn't big enough to afford that
But I'm real enough and I'm reckless
I leave my women all breathless
I feel fine believe me not helpless
I take the throne
I'm in the zone
My lines like Ebola, infectious
[Hook: Hansum Homie and Diz-E Loaf]
Twelve inch rims
Twelve dick
Put it in her mouth and the bitch get sick
Twelve inch clip man that shit's so big
Hitting them licks nigga
Flipping them bricks, bitch
My drawings poor but my lines are smooth
I take a shit on the floor
It's going up in the louvre
Yeah you know the haters gonna hate
I got the bitches galore you know I got nothing to prove
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Hansum Homie

Hansum Homie

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