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letra de hard to believe - anx (rap)

[intro: austin skinner]
bow, bow, bow
light it up, lucca

[chorus: austin skinner]
yeah, i’m goin’ hard on my leave (i’m goin’ hard)
huh, say you ballin’, uh, hard to believe (hard to believe)
big ol’ drum, comin’ for you, it gon’ hit your spleen (hit your spleen)
throwing ones at these b-tches, then we make ’em leave (make ’em leave)

[verse 1: austin skinner]
i’m at herman’s, i can’t f-ck up on no broke b-tch (oh-no-nah)
i’ma need another one before i go in (another one)
brought her to the mariot, now she soaking (soaking)
and that 30 in my system got me so bent (bow)
i’m not going out now, sad, i got prada on my back
big chopper up in that whip
swear to god, that b-tch gon’ blast
i might just put that b-tch on blast (yeah)
f-ck it, i came in for my racks (yeah)
bro got a pack coming through the mail (woah)
high as h-ll, walking out of sak’s (yeah)
uh, uh (uh), got me a b-tch, she a trophy
i’m with my n-ggas, we so deep
coffee cream, yeah, four seats (yeah)
i be driving by my lonely (woah)
in the benz, like it own me (yeah)
new b-tch want it, only (yeah)
sippin’ drank for my og (yeah)
i’m not loyal to these b-tches, ‘less i give her a ring (give her a ring)
say that we transport that dope, like it’s [?]
i got 50 in my drum, i’ma let it sing (let it-bow)
i been getting to them funds, seen your jealousy (jealousy)
[verse 2: anx]
i might just sit back and watch (what?)
i just been lovin’ it up
i don’t drop bags on no thots (yeah)
why she be all on my c-ck? (yeah)
she saw me moving around (yeah)
fake dogs, we put in the pound
i’m making moves with our sound (shh)
talking sh-t, we get loud (bow)
i’m not her man but i’m on my way to go hit (go hit)
two bands on the floor, lookin’ like i stole it (i stole it)
double a’s up on the track, we finna go in (yeah, yeah)
need a bag to cop a trap, but your man be broken
yeah, she saw me flex up (woah)
she was on the red cup (what?)
two girls from the meadow (yeah)
think i need to check up
pray my boys, we bless up (woah)
talking sh-t, we pull up
you a lame, you f-cker (what?)
you can’t party with us
ice ’em up, you can’t front
hit her with the top down
makin’ my moves, they feelin’ abused
but never wanna see me up
but it’s alright, i caught a flight
getting f-cked up in the sky
brand new whip, got four-wheel drive (skrrt)
yeah, they hate it when i’m high
[chorus: austin skinner & anx]
yeah, i’m goin’ hard on my leave (i’m goin’ hard)
woah, say he was ballin’, uh, hard to believe (hard to believe)
big ol’ drum, comin’ for you, it gon’ hit your spleen (hit your spleen)
throwing ones at these b-tches, we gon’ make her leave
lucca

- anx rap

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