Yo Gotti - Harder lyrics

Published

0 424 0

Yo Gotti - Harder lyrics

Ok the beat go hard but I go harder I can die a drug dealer but I'm smarter Pair of forgiato rims I could of brought a charger But dem b**hes make the lambo look a little more harder King of my city north memphis we're like holla Blood gang crips too we gon eat regardless See me on the news yeah I beat em charges All they do is runnin gunnin and a dodgin Blood shed my n***as in the fed my n***a Gucci die I can't let nuthin slide Ridgecrest where I resign Ridgecrest what I provide Young n***a with them choppas 'cause I know they gonna ride f** if I die today I went to church I pay my tax I leave my son a couple million dollars so I did alright Hard ain't no n***a in this streets that built like me sold bricks like me Mexico took trips like me Texaco ain't nothin but gas if I was u n***a down my past I break bread so no f** me n***a I'm a real n***a and I was built to last Hard hard I'm hard hard hard I'm hard Hard hard I'm hard In the kitchen I whip it harder Top drop ridin harder Hard hard I'm hard hard hard I'm hard In the kitchen I Whip it harder Real n***a I live harder Hard hard I'm hard The streets go hard but I go harder I know what didn't meant mo money mo f**in problems I know young money like I'm dwayne carter Remember my life a real n***a if I die tomorrow I'm harder met a b**h in the mazda Put the b**h in the range rover Cause she s** dick till tomorrow Head 4 24 hours 24 brick or powder 24s on my platnmium neek 50k on the chandelier Nozzle like a castle b**h white like alaska Got instrumentals sold all white on my mercedes sh** nasa Pulled off in that 'rari took off like I'm nasa n***a playin dem games with me she'll f** you if you answer She smarter better get she harder better yet you p**y Then why them b**hes charge ya Strip moneys strip moneys got on my wall I'm going so hard I know I got more than dough Got the beamer the bentley triple-black mercedes-benz Got me 5 mill in cash time to get it again From reebok to surrock came a long way from the blocks Baby girl I don't wed cause sh** I've driven it rocks Licking shots that you pussies my stock fresh shot through the roof As I shoot for the stars I'm shootin buying a coup I know I won't live forever but stocking up like I will I know you n***as ain't real but I f** you like u is 48 laws 36 hoes 57 nets all black tip-toein 26 inch rims chrome mac 11 doing right so hard but I pray I get to heaven

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.