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PROF - Squad Goals (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Prof
Prof
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prof
Prof
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordy Bangs
Jordy Bangs
Producer

Lyrics

I got guns, hoes, money, dro Cars, boats, you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa You name it Guns, hoes, money, dro Cars, boats, you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa You name it I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to God damn I feel good Sure that you already know One things understood Ain't nothin' that can stop my glow Mmmm dog gonit Can't I just take my time? All these clout chasing motherfuckers rushin' all around me I'm like Bitch hold your horses (Prof you're the best) I'm like true I am Rosario Dawson know who I am If it's cool with you, girl I could move right in You do not understand just how cool I am Like see, look at me, look at me I'm on a beach Don't try to holler 'cause I'm out of reach I got no service, I'm out on the keys A couple woman, my dollars and me 'Bout to go swimming, thank god I'm a G One shot for me Un bebidas para ti Let's skinny dip in the sea You know what I'm saying I'd rather do things we remember later You know what I mean? I got guns, hoes, money, dro Cars, boats, you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa You name it Guns, hoes, money, dro Cars, boats, you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa You name it I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to Oooh, seriously, look at myself Condom model over here Oooh, seriously, look at my flow Colder than a polar bear Oooh, straight up I'm an awesome person Oooh, you ain't ready for this sauce I'm serving Oooh, straight up, I'm an awesome person Oooh, you ain't ready for the sauuuce Young Pookie, your highness Gone find the finest vaginas From China to Thailand Got 'em whinin' Why not combine 'em? Pardon me, let me chime in But there's science behind my conniving I'm refined and violent Throw the lime in, fine dine the hymen Swag, swag (Aaaaaahh) I got guns, hoes, money, dro Cars, boats, you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa You name it Guns, hoes, money, dro Cars, boats, you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa You name it I'm throwing money off the balcony into the crowd because I want to (Hey) Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Hey) Swear to God If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up (Hey) Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (Hey) Swear to God If you could throw it at me then I'll grab it and fuck it up Oooh, how 'bout that drink You gonna finish that? If your bro talking shit I'm gon' get his ass I got two hands that gon' fit his ass Knock him out cold, he gon' shit his ass Talk on the phones up in Trinidad 'Bout to make films up on Skinemax Oh you just jealous because my bedroom sounds like It's a fucking women's tennis match (Aaaaahh) I feel good (Oooohh-ahhhh) I feel good (Yeah) I feel good (Oooohh-ahhhh) I feel good (Alright, yeah, alright) (I feel good) I got guns, hoes, money, dro (Feel good) Cars, boats (Ooooh I feel good), you should know Dogs, bros, squad goals Hold up, whoa (Heyyy)
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