That nigga you with, don't want no smoke
That nigga you with, that nigga a joke
That nigga you with will let you drown if he had a boat
That nigga claim soowoo, could of sworn he was folks
I wouldn't shake his hand on the folks
He creeping on the low, Chris Stokes
That's probably why we keep them scopes
These niggas be doing the most
F*ck a A one, f*ck a day one
Here the cops come, don't say none
Hater niggas tryna kill me but Kendo keep that K for them
Got young niggas depending on me and I'm a make a way for them
My mama repenting for me and she ask, "Lord, pray for him"
He may not be there when you want, you just gotta wait for him
Well I'm sorry mama but a nigga getting hella impatient
Can't even take it
Skert, skert, skert, to the money I'm racing
Cookie bag in, big blunts I'm facing
White girl acting white boy wasted
Molly on my hand, I bet she taste it
Black and white diamonds, can't call me racist
Stuntin on my ex-bitch, know she hates it
Riding for my niggas, if I make it, we makes it
But these niggas these days, they fake and I don't feel them
Real recognize real, why ya'll unfamiliar
Tryna see a Mill bruh, tryna see a Bill bruh
Motherf*ck a deal bruh
I got ninety-nine problems lil' hoe but not with you
I got niggas always telling me, "They plotting on you"
Heard them niggas you be with, they be clowning you
They ain't down for you
F*ck them I ain't got nothing to prove
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This just what I gotta do
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This is what I gotta do
Your bitch, she on me cause I pull up in that foreign
These niggas can't hold me, I swear to god I'm scoring
Can't trust no damn bitch cause all them hoes be hoing
OG and cookie, I'm high bitch I be soaring
Hunchos and fifties, that cash it don't get boring
Pull up on your block, lil' nigga don't be snoring
You better wake up
Get your cake up
Motherfuker bake up
Bad bitch no make-up
I got four rings like f*cking Shaq
Take these niggas to the f*cking rack
I took your bitch, and one, don't hack
Smoking good, nigga this that pack
Killed the track, gotta get this sack
I'm on point like a f*cking tack
I can't stop I gotta f*cking stack
Bitch I pack, I don't f*cking lack
I got ninety-nine problems lil' hoe but not with you
I got niggas always telling me, "They plotting on you"
Heard them niggas you be with, they be clowning you
They ain't down for you
F*ck them I ain't got nothing to prove
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This just what I gotta do
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This is what I gotta do
23 C.O.T. - Nothin' to Prove Lyrics
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That nigga you with, don't want no smoke
That nigga you with, that nigga a joke
That nigga you with will let you drown if he had a boat
That nigga claim soowoo, could of sworn he was folks
I wouldn't shake his hand on the folks
He creeping on the low, Chris Stokes
That's probably why we keep them scopes
These niggas be doing the most
F*ck a A one, f*ck a day one
Here the cops come, don't say none
Hater niggas tryna kill me but Kendo keep that K for them
Got young niggas depending on me and I'm a make a way for them
My mama repenting for me and she ask, "Lord, pray for him"
He may not be there when you want, you just gotta wait for him
Well I'm sorry mama but a nigga getting hella impatient
Can't even take it
Skert, skert, skert, to the money I'm racing
Cookie bag in, big blunts I'm facing
White girl acting white boy wasted
Molly on my hand, I bet she taste it
Black and white diamonds, can't call me racist
Stuntin on my ex-bitch, know she hates it
Riding for my niggas, if I make it, we makes it
But these niggas these days, they fake and I don't feel them
Real recognize real, why ya'll unfamiliar
Tryna see a Mill bruh, tryna see a Bill bruh
Motherf*ck a deal bruh
I got ninety-nine problems lil' hoe but not with you
I got niggas always telling me, "They plotting on you"
Heard them niggas you be with, they be clowning you
They ain't down for you
F*ck them I ain't got nothing to prove
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This just what I gotta do
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This is what I gotta do
Your bitch, she on me cause I pull up in that foreign
These niggas can't hold me, I swear to god I'm scoring
Can't trust no damn bitch cause all them hoes be hoing
OG and cookie, I'm high bitch I be soaring
Hunchos and fifties, that cash it don't get boring
Pull up on your block, lil' nigga don't be snoring
You better wake up
Get your cake up
Motherfuker bake up
Bad bitch no make-up
I got four rings like f*cking Shaq
Take these niggas to the f*cking rack
I took your bitch, and one, don't hack
Smoking good, nigga this that pack
Killed the track, gotta get this sack
I'm on point like a f*cking tack
I can't stop I gotta f*cking stack
Bitch I pack, I don't f*cking lack
I got ninety-nine problems lil' hoe but not with you
I got niggas always telling me, "They plotting on you"
Heard them niggas you be with, they be clowning you
They ain't down for you
F*ck them I ain't got nothing to prove
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This just what I gotta do
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This is what I gotta do
That nigga you with, that nigga a joke
That nigga you with will let you drown if he had a boat
That nigga claim soowoo, could of sworn he was folks
I wouldn't shake his hand on the folks
He creeping on the low, Chris Stokes
That's probably why we keep them scopes
These niggas be doing the most
F*ck a A one, f*ck a day one
Here the cops come, don't say none
Hater niggas tryna kill me but Kendo keep that K for them
Got young niggas depending on me and I'm a make a way for them
My mama repenting for me and she ask, "Lord, pray for him"
He may not be there when you want, you just gotta wait for him
Well I'm sorry mama but a nigga getting hella impatient
Can't even take it
Skert, skert, skert, to the money I'm racing
Cookie bag in, big blunts I'm facing
White girl acting white boy wasted
Molly on my hand, I bet she taste it
Black and white diamonds, can't call me racist
Stuntin on my ex-bitch, know she hates it
Riding for my niggas, if I make it, we makes it
But these niggas these days, they fake and I don't feel them
Real recognize real, why ya'll unfamiliar
Tryna see a Mill bruh, tryna see a Bill bruh
Motherf*ck a deal bruh
I got ninety-nine problems lil' hoe but not with you
I got niggas always telling me, "They plotting on you"
Heard them niggas you be with, they be clowning you
They ain't down for you
F*ck them I ain't got nothing to prove
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This just what I gotta do
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This is what I gotta do
Your bitch, she on me cause I pull up in that foreign
These niggas can't hold me, I swear to god I'm scoring
Can't trust no damn bitch cause all them hoes be hoing
OG and cookie, I'm high bitch I be soaring
Hunchos and fifties, that cash it don't get boring
Pull up on your block, lil' nigga don't be snoring
You better wake up
Get your cake up
Motherfuker bake up
Bad bitch no make-up
I got four rings like f*cking Shaq
Take these niggas to the f*cking rack
I took your bitch, and one, don't hack
Smoking good, nigga this that pack
Killed the track, gotta get this sack
I'm on point like a f*cking tack
I can't stop I gotta f*cking stack
Bitch I pack, I don't f*cking lack
I got ninety-nine problems lil' hoe but not with you
I got niggas always telling me, "They plotting on you"
Heard them niggas you be with, they be clowning you
They ain't down for you
F*ck them I ain't got nothing to prove
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This just what I gotta do
This is what we gotta do
This is what we gotta do
Promise I ain't got shit to prove
This is what I gotta do
Writer: Avery Murray, Kendall Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid