Lyrics of 'Proud Of U (remix) (feat. Blueface)' by Blueface

Wait hold up
Hold up
Hold up

Niggas pockets on a diet
Catfish niggas lying
Nigga you tried it
I do this without trying
Mama keep on telling me I’m proud of you
Mama shut the fuck up you ain’t even got no Prada
Nigga had it rough but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes but they still Gucci
Bitch pussy weak but it’s still coochie
Bitch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners I'mma foolie

Nigga like the toilet I’ll let this bitch use me
Specially at the crib, that mean she finna do me (she wanna fuck)
Bitch I ain’t no kid, I’m tryna get the cooties
The head, and all that other shit that you be doin'
It’s simple, baby, pull up like a huggie (like a huggie)
Like a big mac, I want you to MC-love me (I want you to MC-love me)
I remember back then if she was in street I still couldn’t hit it
Like a parked car now she getting curve
R.I. p swerve (R.I. p swerve), from the jordan downs (jordan downs)
I remember I had a bucket I’m so foreign
Now, bitch don’t drown (don't drown)
I just threw 30 thou (30 thou?)
On a necklace, bitch I’m that reckless
Really I’m that nigga still living like a peasant (living like a peasant)
No I’m not broke I’m just humble if you guessing
You just wanna fuck huh, bitch you guessed it bop

Niggas pockets on a diet
Catfish niggas lying
Nigga you tried it
I do this without trying
Mama keep on telling me I’m proud of you
Mama shut the fuck up you ain’t even got no Prada
Nigga had it rough but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes but they still Gucci
Bitch pussy weak but it’s still coochie
Bitch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners I'mma foolie

Blueface baby (yeah), blueface ap (aight)
Blu-ray [?] never on the block bustah you was at the redbox
Everybody got dead homies bitch I got dead homies (on the dead homies)
Bitch I'm on 17 with somethin' that hold 17
[?] Tiny smoke, [?] insane, school yard crip gang
Bitch I'm a member, make sure you remember
I'm cold like December, get hit like a fender
Bend over the couch, if we not fucking, no dinner
Bitch I just spent thirty thou' on some furniture
I don't wanna kick it, kick a bitch to the curb
Uber a bitch and a lyft for a bird
The same time, crack any bitch with the same line
Blueface baby, love me or hate me
I'm paid, still running fades in balenciagas (ooh)
Keep a [?]

Niggas pockets on a diet
Catfish niggas lying
Nigga you tried it
I do this without trying
Mama keep on telling me I’m proud of you
Mama shut the fuck up you ain’t even got no Prada
Nigga had it rough but I’m still Gucci
Blister on my feet from these shoes but they still Gucci
Bitch pussy weak but it’s still coochie
Bitch ass faker than her hair but it’s still booty
I ain’t got no manners I'mma foolie