lirik lagu 60 seconds – foreverhardy
[verse 1: foreverhardy]
yeah, stop talkin’ ’bout that bag, n*gga, your grass weak
i’m the teacher of the class, and we don’t pass heats
v said she need a perc’, it’s been a bad week
lil’ n*gga happy as h*ll in that striker down that sad street
free my n*ggas in the jail and r.i.p. my n*ggas in the casket
392 on the side, on the back, it’s no badge
why you talkin’ to the feds, creatin’ bad habits?
b*tton on the back of the glock, it’s like a fast gadget
too many hoes in the club, i’m finna throw a beauty paegant
try and run up, get your ass blew in high fashion
b*tch drunk off some hard, i think the mike grabbed her
my n*gga pray on demons when you sleep, call the night pastors
stop talkin’ ’bout we beefin’, i can’t fight casper
b*tches always get to tweakin’ the night after
n*ggas talkin’ ’bout some likes, i told ’em hide the captions
[interlude: foreverhardy]
man
yop
yop
[verse 2: foreverhardy]
f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga?
i can’t hear no lil’ sh*t ’cause the bass gettin’ bigger
b*tch pretty as h*ll and her waist gettin’ thicker
a thousand miles on that road’ll have your pockets gettin’ richer
she in here on her knees and you kissed her?
i’m finna hit ponderosa and get a steak dinner
fourth quarter, losin’*ass n*gga, hate winners
in the striker, no plates, slide down the state, n*gga
ooh, sh*t, we in a race, n*gga
this n*gga try me, i swear to god, he gon’ lose his face with it
the feds take your ass in that crib, they gon’ try to build a case, n*gga
i thank god every day they ain’t take a n*gga
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
yeah, i just left the plug crib, meet me in a minute
posted on the northside, knee*deep in the trenches
they told me stop hittin’ it raw, but i just didn’t listen
three thousand for a fold, man, that sh*t expensive
little b*tch keep her mouth open like we at the dentist
glock 40 poppin’ like grease, get him out the kitchen
chop in my front seat f*ckin’ up my stitching
flash from the arp f*ckin’ up my vision
and i’m an srt
arp with the brrr, this an frt
we shoot the bl!cks while we drivin’ just to test our heat
and still’ll jump a n*gga just because just to test our feet, d*mn
don’t gotta worry about goin’ broke no more, b*tch, i made it out
got h*lla guns, if one get to trippin’, just go trade it out
tryna make five off a ‘bow? break it down
this b*tch so bad, i don’t know if i’ma take it out
already know your ass a b*tch, bro, don’t fake it now
don’t try to come in here with all them sticks, we gon’ shake you down
they ain’t f*ck with me for real, they just fake it now
i told her, “i can only give you d*ck, i can’t take you out”
lirik lagu lainnya :
- kumpulan lirik lagu j robb the chief › lirik lagu rich friends – j. robb the chief
- kumpulan lirik lagu helen sjoholm › lirik lagu då väntar jag vid vägarna – helen sjöholm
- kumpulan lirik lagu krecik › lirik lagu pompuj rak 4 – krecik
- kumpulan lirik lagu kenny › lirik lagu greatest – kenny
- kumpulan lirik lagu mehmet erdem › lirik lagu gibi gibi – mehmet erdem
- kumpulan lirik lagu prinz pi › lirik lagu du bist – akustik version – prinz pi
- kumpulan lirik lagu migo domingo › lirik lagu migo gang – migo domingo
- kumpulan lirik lagu colle der fomento › lirik lagu sopra al colle (remix) – colle der fomento
- kumpulan lirik lagu the feeling › lirik lagu i thought it was over – radio edit – the feeling
- kumpulan lirik lagu sami beigi › lirik lagu sultan – sami beigi