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Prof is a musical artist known for his energetic and witty rap songs. Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota, he has gained a following for his unique style and charismatic stage presence. Prof's music often explores personal experiences, societal issues, and showcases his clever wordplay and storytelling abilities. He has released several albums and gained a reputation for his high-energy live performances. more »

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F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!
F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!

Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)
Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)

Pullin' up, pullin' up, pullin' up
Pullin' up, pullin' up, pullin' up
Stuntin'
Give me that bike bitch, that's my cousins
Can't nobody tell me nothing
At 15 I found a girl and
I crazy fucked that chick
Hit her in the hallways of Washburn
And had a baby off that shit
You can't tell me nothing (Shh)
It's no discussion
I've grown accustomed to all
Of those I'm fucking it's disgusting
Kissing, fucking, system bumping
It's a bit destructive
I let my nuts hang, call me Mr pocket
Bitch I love it i'm highly trusted
My whole life you can't trust po-po
F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!

F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!
F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!

Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)
Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)

Yo, yo pullin' up, pullin' up, stuntin'
You was talking all of
That bullshit 'bout me
'Till you got jumped by 10 of my cousins
Ain't no discussion ain't no more lovin'
This ain't no one takin' shit from me
You know I been on my grind
My grandmother woulda been proud
Of her grandson, yeah son
F*ck twelve, middle finger to the law
(to the law)
F*ck a hater, let the motherfucker talk
I cannot be out here lookin' like y'all
Y'all be doing the most
But doing nothing at all
Tell my new bitch that I need ménage
Tell my old bitches they ain't
Fuckin' with me at all
Old friends wanna get with' it, abort
But I ain't stoppin' 'till I got it
'till I'm barely done yo, bitch please
You know I'm from the city of the STP
They still tryna figure out
What's up my sleeve
But I just be gettin' to the money
Can't nobody tell me nothin'

F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!
F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!

Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)
Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)

Ugh, you can't tell me nothing
I'm drunk at the function
I'm acting Paul Bunyan
I'm taking your dog home end of discussion
Ugh, I'm truly a savage
You should take a step back
And consider your chances
You should know by now, motherfucker
This isn't Kansas you could get vanished
If I'm a vantage, see what your pan is
Got 'em assessing the damage
But I digress, I'm a tangent
Thinking in Spanish como estas, mi senorita
Bienvenido a la fiesta
No nos gustas la policias
My whole life you can't trust po-po
F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!

F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!
F*ck twelve, oh well lB's for sale
No bail g-goooo, go crazy!

Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)
Ah ah you can't (you can't)
Tell me (tell me) nothing (nothing)

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