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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard |
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I'ma go hard or I'ma go home |
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I haven't been there you know in so long |
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So goodbye |
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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard |
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I'ma go hard or I'ma go home |
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I haven't been there you know in so long |
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So goodbye |
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I worked for everything I own |
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Dare a nigga try and take it |
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Take 300 on the frames |
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Just from blocking out you haters |
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Swear they're in my way |
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They in my rear view mirror |
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If a nigga act stupid |
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I'ma let him get his issue |
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Everything designer |
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And my back seat's reclining |
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Got a thing for looking good |
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And blowing money like it's tissue |
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But niggaz see you eating |
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Get to starving for a plate |
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Well, you don't give it when they hate |
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That's why my niggas keep a biscuit |
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It's no gimmick |
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I talk it how I live it |
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So when a nigga cross the finish |
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Gotta push it to the limit |
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Got a mom and little sister |
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I plan on taking care of |
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Lost my uncle this year |
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Couple niggas in the system |
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So I roll |
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No telling where I'm landing |
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But I know something |
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That I'm going towards the money |
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I can see you niggas slacking |
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Everyday I'm on my job |
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Yung Khalifa going hard |
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Till the I'm last man standing |
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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard |
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Go hard or I'ma go home |
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I haven't been there you know in so long |
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So goodbye |
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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard |
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Go hard or I'ma go home |
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I haven't been there you know in so long |
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So goodbye |
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Got my eyes on this money |
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And some good weed burning |
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Buying from ya, you got it grand |
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Going hard is not an option |
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Now these niggas acting jealous |
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'Cause they feel like they ain't shining |
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And they little shit stop |
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When it's big shit popping |
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Collard green fiend |
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Gotta keep it in my system |
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60 box of Cigarellos |
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'Cause I blow it by the onion |
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Pack up some dollar bills |
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Send some paper to my younging |
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'Cause he just like Steve Francis |
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He be playing with them rockets |
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Whipping on the wheel |
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Got my peddle to the medal |
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'Bout to hit another city |
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Ain't no point of getting settled |
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Straight onto the plane |
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Ain't been home in so long |
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You think it's my cologne |
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But it's money that you smelling |
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Eyes like my father |
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Can't stand my older brother |
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Got some niggas doing years |
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'Cause of funny niggas telling |
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Nigga, I'ma be grinding |
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Till the day that I expire |
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I've been running through the batch |
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Till I'm the last man standing |
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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard |
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Go hard or I'ma go home |
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I haven't been there you know in so long |
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So goodbye |
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Tell 'em, go home 'cause I'ma go hard |
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Go hard or I'ma go home |
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I haven't been there you know in so long |
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So goodbye |
