Tink - Prove It

Ooh-ooh, yeah
Oh, woah

Prove it if I'm your bitch
Prove it if this shit real
Love really all we got
Tell me, why do I question the way you feel? (Question the way you feel)
Prove it if you my nigga, uh
Tell me, is that too hard?
Keep runnin' out my life, uh
Now I gotta let my guards up

Some of these niggas ain't meant to be loved
I told him I'm mentally done
I don't want nothin' to do with ya ass
'Cause I know it's a ho in ya bed
You never around, never involved
And you never pick up when I call
Never respond, never get back
Now I'm typin' and sendin' you threats
Fuck is you doin'?
I'm knowin' you cheatin' with one of ya exes
Why is you feedin' me lies?
Don't play with my mind, you know I'm a sceptic
Feel like I'm overly thinkin'
Shit, I thought that we had a connection
You keep sayin' your feelings is real
But when you around, you never express 'em (huh)
Niggas be thinkin' they slicker than me
Like a scale, I'm keepin' a count
I ain't like none of these bitches you fuckin'
If you ain't a hunnid, I'm out (I'm out)
Somethin' inside tellin' me leave, I gotta follow it
Niggas be sayin' they thorough, showin' the opposite

Prove it if I'm your bitch (yeah)
Prove it if this shit real (yeah)
Love really all we got
Tell me, why do I question the way you feel? (Question thy way you feel)
Prove it if you my nigga, uh (yeah)
Tell me, is that too hard? (Yeah)
Keep runnin' out my life, uh
Now I gotta let my guards up

I ain't see none this comin' at all
Shit, I thought you was decent
Shit really makin' me mad
'Cause you ain't do none of that shit you was preachin'
You was leavin' the crib
Linkin' with hoes, actin' like you a lil' bachelor
I don't see no nigga holdin' me down
These niggas be pullin' me backwards
What is we on? I feel it all in my soul, your energy changin'
Niggas be goin' from bitches to bitch
And then wonder why I be complainin'
I'm offended, you givin' these women a reason to taunt me
As soon as the money slow down
These niggas run back and be yellin' they sorry
The love'll never be the same (love'll never be the same)
I hate love 'cause I know the word be in vain (I know the word be in vain)
If you ain't ready, then I gotta cut shit loose
Say you is, but you never showed me the proof (never showed me the proof)

Prove it if I'm your bitch (yeah)
Prove it if this shit real (yeah)
Love really all we got
Tell me, why do I question the way you feel? (Question the way you feel)
Prove it if you my nigga, uh (yeah)
Tell me, is that too hard? (Yeah)
Keep runnin' out my life, uh
Now I gotta let my guards up

Prove it if I'm your bitch (yeah)
Prove it if this shit real (yeah)
Love really all we got
Tell me, why do I question the way you feel? (Question the way you feel)
Prove it if you my nigga, uh (yeah)
Tell me, is that too hard? (Yeah)
Keep runnin' out my life, uh
Now I gotta let my guards up

Prove it
Prove it

Written by:
Robert Hodge Jr., Trinity Home

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