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    Lil' Wayne Go Hard текст песни

    Go Hard

    [Verse 1]
    It’s H-B Weezy Wee off the streets
    Stay deep ‘Cedes Jeep big feet
    Gazer seats hold the bare floors
    I faithfully hold to pimp whores
    You ate with me and you gon get yours
    This eight with me that’s bullets through doors
    Got haze in me now I’m so tall
    Come blaze with me cuz Beaky got more
    And now or later I’m major player
    I ball right I need an agent player
    Ay ma you tight you need to page a player
    That’s so tonight you can taste a player
    I got the burner on the waist if you flinching
    My shit turning on 28-inches
    My shit burning like 500 plus
    And this album’s a three permer and a clutch

    24/7 (Yes, sir)
    I go hard (Go hard, go hard, go hard)
    Not here

    [Verse 2]
    I claim squad game till no more Wayne remain
    Bang my thing till no more lane remain
    Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine
    Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain
    That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy
    Me and Young Jazze at the back of one tweezy
    I’m so breezy off the Velvie and the perk
    Now I’m getting head on the balcony on Bourbon
    Apple and Eagle is the street that I shop
    The Birdman my daddy and we fly south
    And we don’t go to work man we get work out
    And the bricks may go as low as ten up in the drought
    Niggaz is selling and you should be buying
    Niggaz is telling and you should be dying
    Niggaz is yelling Cash Money till they kill me
    C-M-B, I know you gotta feel me


    [Verse 3]
    You know if I’m doing it I’m probably doing it for the block
    I’m out here bitch I got this here on lock
    Come out here bitch I bet this here gon pop
    I got ya slick this my year don’t knock
    Speakers from the front to the rear gon rock
    Wood-grain handles to steer it’s all hot
    I never drove factory and I don’t own stock
    I drop that bitch on chrome chops, yeah

    [Hook till end]

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