harden - slump6s lyrics
[intro]
evil empire, laughing all the bank
hahaha
(juju k!lled this beat)
[chours]
i*i*i*i been ballin’ hard man i’m feeling like i’m harden
big glock
t*talking down we shooting his apartment
i*i* i just got a check spend a band at neiman markus
she tryna come over paint her face just like a artist
w*w* walk up in the spot like where the gats at?
my n*ggas, they all about the bread like where the cash at
tryna lay up on me but you flat
w*where your ass at?
i don’t want your instagram no i don’t want your snapchat
[verse]
all my shooters came in
that n*gga, can’t name ’em
they like i been switching up man the money really changing
t*t*tryna find my еx ho n*gga, i don’t really blame ’em
i*i* i been counting green full lеaf clover like i’m sheamus
all this money coming you gotta be patient
n*n*ggas think i sold my soul, and i ain’t even famous
bunch of broke n*ggas hatin’
cause i made they paycheck in a day
and all my n*ggas staying with a f*ckin’ strap*like young ma
fah
i call up my team and then i fly right to la
give a f*ck ’bout what you talking give a f*ck ’bout what you say
i ain’t worried ’bout it i could take your hoe like any day
i stay with my letter out the alphabet the k
g*girl you in the way lil hoe you f*ckin’ up the bankroll
i get so much money in my pocket while it can’t fold
all these p*ssy n*ggas pocket watching cause they can’t grow
doing shows in a bunch of different countries that you can’t go
[refrain]
i been ballin’ hard man i’m feelin’ like in harden
big glock
talking down we shooting his apartment
mmmm mmmm feelin’ like i’m harden
big glock
talking down we shooting his apartment
i been ballin’ hard man i’m feelin’ like in harden
big glock
talking down we shooting his apartment
mmmm mmmm feelin’ like i’m harden
big glock
talking down we shooting his
[chours]
i*i*i*i been ballin’ hard man i’m feeling like i’m harden
big glock
t*talking down we shooting his apartment
i*i* i just got a check spend a band at neiman markus
she tryna come over paint her face just like a artist
w*w* walk up in the spot like where the gats at?
my n*ggas, they all about the bread like where the cash at
tryna lay up on me but you flat
w*where your ass at?
i don’t want your instagram no i don’t want your snapchat
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