paroles de chanson Pro Freak (with Doechii, Fatman Scoop) - Smino feat. Doechii & Fatman Scoop
Bitch,
I
look
good
Oh
my
gosh,
I
look
good
Bitch,
I
touch
the
ground
Ooh,
I
touch
the
ground,
touch
the
ground
Bitch,
I
look
good
Oh
my
gosh,
I
look
good
Bitch,
I
touch
the
ground
Ooh,
I
touch
the
ground,
touch
the
ground
Ooh,
don't
let
it
down,
you
better
keep
it
up
Aw,
aw,
come
on,
aw,
come
on,
aw
We
like
them
girls
with
the
good
grease,
girls
with
the
gold
teeth
Pro
freak
but
she
get
ghetto
at
the
fried
deep
Girls
with
the
good
grease,
girls
with
the
gold
teeth
Pro
freak
but
she
get
ghetto
at
the
fried
deep
(and'nem,
and'nem,
and'nem)
We
like
them
girls
with
thе—,
girls
with
the—,
them
girls
with
the-
(girls,
lovin'
all
thеm
girls)
Girls
with
the-,
girls
with
the—,
them
girls
with
the-,
girls
with
the-
(in
the
whole
wide
world,
we
love
all
them
girls)
Let's
get
it,
let's
get
it,
let's
get
it,
she
bald
Let's
get
it,
the
pussy
hit
different
Set
it
to
"regular-degular"
Never
impressin'
her,
wanna
restrict
her
I
mess
with
her
head
when
I'm
textin'
her
Know
she
ain't
mine,
I'm
like,
"who
pussy
is
it?"
She
know
enough
people
in
places
I'm
seein'
her,
makin'
her
second
decisions
Mm,
mm,
mm,
bad
bitch
braid
my
scalp
My
old
bitch
wanna
come
back,
said,
"nah"
But
I'm
glad
that
she
reached
out
("shit,
thanks
for
callin'")
Ooh,
cool,
mm,
whip
it
like
Tyrese
(skrrt)
I
been
doin'
magic,
hit
a
tall
girl
on
my
tippy-toes
Still
no
crease
(baby,
baby),
on
my
shoes,
call
it
my
heritage
'Cause
I
rock
Forces,
stood
on
force,
shit,
the
hernia
ain't
for
me
(ooh,
ah,
ooh,
ah,
come
on)
Now
every
time
she
put
that
ass
up
in
the
air
I
put
one
in
the
air
That's
because
I'm
stressin'
'bout
some
bullshit,
this
week,
don't
care
(Ooh,
ah,
ooh,
ah,
come
on)
Now
every
time
she
put
that
ass
up
in
the
air
I
put
one
in
the
air
That's
because
I'm
stressin'
'bout
some
bullshit,
this
week,
I
don't
care
Girls
with
the
good
grease,
girls
with
the
gold
teeth
Pro
freak
but
she
get
ghetto
at
the
fried
deep
Girls
with
the
good
grease,
girls
with
the
gold
teeth
Pro
freak
but
she
get
ghetto
at
the
fried
deep
We
like
them-
Diamonds
is
yellow,
the
chain
on
Modelo
My
foot
on
the
pedal,
the
hood
in
the
meadow
I'm
good
in
the
ghetto,
the
booty
on
Jell-O
The
cootie
on
pharaoh,
the
spirit
on
terror
The
studio
narrow,
the
cap
us
and
bury
The
cap
is
incredible,
waist
is
so
Mrs.
Incredible
Face
the
credible
black
bitch
Set
bitch,
bad
bitch,
federal,
bombastic
bitch
I
got
several
high
fashion
shit
on
my
pedestal
She's
a
pro
freak,
Angelina
like
Jolie
Santeria,
white
beau
sheep,
purified
and
her
soul
clean
I
need
her,
no
quittin',
no
Quentin
Tarantino
No
fishin',
that
click,
Aquafina
Pulp
fiction,
nose
ring,
nose
bleeder
Dark
tint,
'fore
seen
her,
ain't
seen
her
Now
you
see
it,
now
you
don't
Shawty,
let
me
get
it,
up-and-up,
but
don't,
don't
Lady
in
the
street,
lady
in
the
song
Wetter
than
the
beach,
tighter
than
the
Bronx
I
see
her,
I
see
like
Sia,
bad
bitches
in
Osteria
We
like
Via,
I
see
ya,
I
see
ya,
I
need
her,
I
need
her,
I
do
We
like
the
girls
with
the-,
we
like
the
girls
with
the-
We
like
the
pro
freak
but
she
get
ghetto
at
the
fried
deep
Girls
with
the
good
grease,
girls
with
the
gold
teeth
Pro
freak
but
she
get
ghetto
at
the
fried
deep
We
like
them-
Let's
get
it,
let's
get
it,
let's
get
it
Let's
get
it,
let's
get
it,
let's
get
it
(pro
freak)
Let's
get
it,
let's
get
it,
let's
get
it
Let's
get
it,
let's
get
it,
let's
get
it
(we
like
them-)
Oh,
shit,
haha,
woah
Still
bouncin'
all
my
demons
(different)
Bounced
it
go
'head
so
we
can
dabble
this
(different,
different)
Locked
in,
I
walked
in
with
the
keys
on
me
(different,
different)
I
been
actin'
(different)
I
done
turned
my
mouth
into
a
tabernacle
(different)
Made
her
wanna
lick
all
on
my
Adam
Apple
(different)
Fly
to
Jamaica,
now
she
goin'
natural
(different,
ooh,
ah)
Baby,
that's
(different)
Radio
won't
play
me
'cause
I
radiate
(different)
See
moon,
nigga,
but
I
feel
a
lil'
(different)
See
moon,
nigga,
but
I
f-
(different)
Huh,
I'm
up
all
night
on
the
psychies
I
do
it
by
myself
in
my
Nikes
'Member
when
this
shit
was
all
exciting
Now
my
heroes
do
this
shit
just
like
me
Spider-Man
mean,
Peter
Park
the
coupe
(skrrt)
Everything
green
like
Dr.
Seuss,
sir
You
ain't
part
of
shit,
you
a
particle,
sir
The
bass
hit
hard
like
a
tooth
loose
Baby
too
wet,
need
rice
for
the
couscous
I
ain't
took
a
flight
all
year,
still
trippy
Big
satellite
on
the
roof,
wave
Cripsy
Nigga,
all
the
figures
see
fish,
they
with
me
Tell
me
how
you
got
all
them
opinions
about
me
Nigga
oughta
thank
Smi'
for
lettin'
this
bitch
breathe
Semi-automatic
how
she
bustin'
when
a
nigga
callin'
Call
of
duty,
shawty
keep
it
in
the
tale
'fore
'bout
her
Different
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