Lyrics Proper - Double S

Proper

See that girl over there?
She wanna holler cuh my ting’s proper
She don’t raise her tone when I go her phone
I’m grown, you know my ting proper
Uh, I can never be on a joke ting
Manaman ah do this proper
Uh, say what you want but a brudda
But as long as you know I do this proper
See that girl over there?
She wanna holler cuh my ting’s proper
She don’t raise her tone when I go her phone
I’m grown, yeah my ting proper
Uh, I can never be on a joke ting
Manaman ah do this proper
Uh, say what you want but a brudda
But as long as you know I do this proper
Yeah, yeah, it’s the flow da-dada
On my life, you won’t find a flow that’s badder
Tell Dex that I’m tryna climb that ladder
Any time I’m out nobody don’t matter
No, they don’t really want no passa
Skinny brudda tryna get my pockets fatter
It’s only P’s if you see me in the manor
Cuh I ain’t really into the chitter or the chatter
Nah, man ah do this proper
From time when you could get a five-pound top-up
Dem times man I was a window shopper
Now red bottoms, man’s really in dem proper (whoo!)
That girl there, she got a butter
If she’s down then I might just chop her
Peng few too so you know I can’t blop her
I’ma show her I do this proper
See that girl over there?
She wanna holler cuh my ting’s proper
She don’t raise her tone when I go her phone
I’m grown, you know my ting proper
Uh, I can never be on a joke ting
Manaman ah do this proper
Uh, say what you want but a brudda
But as long as you know I do this proper
See that girl over there?
She wanna holler cuh my ting’s proper
She don’t raise her tone when I go her phone
I’m grown, yeah my ting proper
Uh, I can never be on a joke ting
Manaman ah do this proper
Uh, say what you want but a brudda
But as long as you know I do this proper
I do it P-R-O, P-E-R
From way back I’m like a BCR
I know a gyal that could’ve been a TV star
She’s a leng ting I wanna give CPR
Might hit the roads in sutting that’s hard
And hit the red carpet in sutting that’s suave
She found a brudda that do both
I be in and out, get the titties out of the bra
I’m freaky, in the backseat of the car
To be honest, no I never came for your heart
'Cause your claim is the cleanest, know you’re from Venus
But right now I really wanna take you to Mars
All in my space, she my bars
To be honest, she wants to chill with the stars
'Cause she knows that the mandem are doing it large
Now she’s looking at her brudda like she’s looking at the Shard
I’m gone
See that girl over there?
She wanna holler cuh my ting’s proper
She don’t raise her tone when I go her phone
I’m grown, you know my ting proper
Uh, I can never be on a joke ting
Manaman ah do this proper
Uh, say what you want but a brudda
But as long as you know I do this proper
See that girl over there?
(whoo)
She wanna holler cuh my ting’s proper (whoo)
She don’t raise her tone when I go her phone (ayy)
I’m grown, you know my ting proper
Uh, I can never be on a joke ting
Manaman ah do this proper
Uh, say what you want but a brudda
But as long as you know I do this proper