Chris Brown - Proof

Yeah, you know it's hard
Hard to trust me
And hard to love me
(Hol' up)

You know what it's gon' take so stop playin' with your boy
Stop actin' like I never made changes for your sake, what?
Flippin' the script on me, that's your forté, chyeah
We gotta fix this here, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
Been through some shit this year
You been workin', tryna up your net worth, shawty
Doin' the leg work, shawty
'Fore you leave, give me sex first, shawty
I gotta get you wet first, shawty, nah, nah

You gotta love me
And, baby, we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove

This is somethin' you always do
(Yeah, somethin' that you doin' now)
(Yeah, it's somethin' that you doin' now)
You know I only give my love to you
(Oh, meant for you and I)
(Yeah, it's only meant for you and I)
Ain't got a goddamn thing to prove, nah, nah, nah
You got my heart, that's proof, nah, nah, nah
How could you ever cut me loose? Nah, nah, nah
Here's your proof, nah, nah, nah

Damn, girl, you better stop it
You told me, "Tell them other girls to stop callin'" and I did
Always think I'm with another broad when you're not here (woo)
It's the truth, why would I lie to you?
What are you doin'? Worried 'bout what I'm doin'
Say you got that proof, girl, you blind to it
I'ma pour it, baby, had to let you know it, baby
Thought you knew it all, chopped down
Screw it up, guess I gotta slow it up for you this time
Yeah, always thinkin' 'bout you and I
Don't ever question if I'm down for you or not
'Cause, girl, you know I'm down for ya
Whenever shit got deep, I woulda drowned for ya
Come be a queen, I got this crown for ya
I love all the ways that I'm chuckin' downs for ya

You better love me
And, baby, we can call it a truce
You know I don't got shit to prove, oh

This is somethin' you always do
(Yeah, somethin' that you doin' now)
(Yeah, it's somethin' that you doin' now)
You know I only give my love to you
(Oh, meant for you and I)
(Yeah, it's only meant for you and I)
Ain't got a goddamn thing to prove, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, that's my blood, she proof, nah, nah, nah
Girl, I'm not tryna win or lose, nah, nah, nah
Here's your proof, nah, nah, nah

Oh, nah, nah
Bounce with it, oh
I'll come out to Fruit Town with it (500)
Her body callin' my name (ayy), oh-woah
Say my name, say my name, baby, oh

This is somethin' you always do (yeah)
You know I only give my love to you
Ain't got a goddamn thing to prove, nah, nah, nah
Yeah, that's my blood, she proof, nah, nah, nah
Girl, I'm not tryna win or lose, nah, nah, nah
Here's your proof, nah, nah, nah

Yeah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah
I'm not tryna break the rules, nah, nah, nah
Here's your proof, nah, nah, nah

Written by:
Donald Degrate, Richard Hailey, Bryson Tiller, Chris Brown, Askia Fountain, Austin Owens, Irvin Whitlow, James Foye III, Cedric Hailey, Christopher Brown, Donald Earl Degrate, James Foye

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