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letra de act that hard - dababy

[intro]
yeah, yeah
please get your seatbelt on for me, please

[chorus]
all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars)
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad)
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
[verse 1]
she wanna eat me in traffic (sweet, come on)
i weren’t even trappin’ on that
’cause i honestly just got her number last week (mm-hmm)
i wasn’t even tryna f-ck, i was sleep (like—)
she don’t even wanna trick, she a boss (a boss)
she don’t even like to cut, she a lady (she—, ayy)
she don’t let n-ggas f-ck, n-ggas lazy (uh-huh)
she won’t even let me f-ck, ’cause i’m baby
sh-t, i’m good either way, ’cause i’m player
and she know i ain’t trippin’ on sh-t, got wounds in my back
been stabbed by the people that i loved
more than the people i call haters
i’ve been through that sh-t, it can’t phase me
i think i got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me
in traffic right now, i’m with her and, yeah, i got a gun
wherever i go, i’ma take it

[chorus]
all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars (yeah)
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (yeah)
n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars) ayy
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) ayy
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
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[verse 2]
all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars
catch me out trappin’ with a badass broad
catch me out trappin’ with a freak (yeah)
catch me out trappin’ with that heat (uh-huh)
catch me out trappin’ with a badass b-tch
that love gangsta sh-t way more than me (yeah)
hoppin’ out the car with her bad ass (uh)
never trust a smile, look at fat ass (go)
jonathan was always good with the numbers
weren’t worried ’bout nothin’, clap him out class
lookin’ at the n-ggas that i ran past (yeah, go)
sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, i’m a d-mn ass (yeah, come on)
and i ain’t tryna change not a godd-mn thing ’bout me
for you, who used to kiss my d-mn ass
sittin’ at the grammys, yeah, i let my f-ckin’ pants sag
(they ain’t f-ckin’ with jonathan, n-gga)

[chorus]
(all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars) yeah
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) yeah
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars (ayy)
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (ayy)
n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b-tches love fast-ass cars) woah
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) woah
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard) woah
(n-ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
[outro]
woah, yeah

- dababy

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