b#tch
f#ck you b#tch
This is pure menacery
You boys busts, Eddy Curry
f#ckin hurry, never worry
Suck my dick, Jamal Murray
M27 headshot
Black Ops 2 on her G-spot (G-Spot)
Strictly just feelin’ like Larry the Lobster
Hoes on my roster
Fettuccine my muf#ckin’ pasta
I am a scammer, I am a robber
Get to it ASAP, they callin’ me Shabba
Movin’ weight, like I don’t need a spotta’
Yo girl look like Jabba
Proch robbed your son, now I look like a dodger
Well you don’t know the later will be greater
We don’t wear vests, we know we god bless
We run down-town onе time
Got this girl hummin’ likе her name Kid Cudi
#ss real fluffy, she look like a puppy
All of my hoes, I turned em’ to buddies
The cat I get wild like I’m out in Kentucky
Out in Kentucky, I’m countin’ blue faces
My turn, you can’t f#ck with me Lil Baby
You b#tches look scary like you b#tches got rabies
7 shells in the 12, ring em’ off brady
Like Kevin, had to leave, but no snakey
f#ckin’ yo b#tch, you watchin’ me, JV
b#tches go crazy they livin in Haiti
Yes I’m this hot, can’t f#ck with the AC
Yuh, I feel like Charlemagne how I’ma menace
Racks on my b#tch incase she wanna tennis
Yo b#tch for breakfast, yeah she go to Dennys
But hol’ up, what?
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Lil Proch Lyrics – Pure Menacery