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letra de go hard or go home - hansum homie

[intro: diz-e loaf and hansum homie]
it’s lit mafia
diz-e loaf
i went like *hoo* while you were talking
i know

[hook: diz-e loaf]
b-tch
go hard or go home
a shot from my nine that’s a glock to your dome
b-tch
i’m with my homeboy jerome
steezy -ss n-gg-s don’t pick up the phone
b-tch you ever heard of a comb
ugly -ss weave lookin’ like it’s made of foam
b-tch
did i throw you a bone
pull some e.t. phone home shit and leave me alone b-tch

[verse 1: diz-e loaf]
slang that rock
ice in stock
you’re a stupid mother f-cker
you can suck my c-ck
always like it nasty
girls made of plastic
if the cakes ain’t fake
why the f-ck you think i’m asking?
now i’m taking out the masking tape
to reattach their -sses
cash to trash i bash a batch of b-tches
not without my gl-sses
you can’t see me
wanna be me
wanna know where all my cash hid
if i told you where the trap is
b-tch i’d be p-ssed out on acid
i go ape shit i go bat shit
but i do not go that ratchet route
will not drink that ratchet stout
b-tch please shut your ratchet mouth
man they should call me wreck it ralph
i’m badder than your man no doubt
this money all i dream about
you’re downing on my high get out
i’m hardly less heartless
than part of the market
own it i audit you all bent in awe and
i’m off in my coffin the carpet was darkened
the bloodstained apartment it’s all up to god and
i know
okay i got good hoes and bad hoes
the f-ck what would you know?
the weed smoke so true though
i space out like pluto
i’m flicking the wrist and my d-ck in your b-tch
n-gg- your fingers ain’t quicker than this
figures on figures my nine with the triggers
i cut you with scissors and leave you with slits
you missing’ the mrs
my missile’ll hit you
i’m tripping and ripping through zippers of vicodin
might have been more than an overdose might have been
rather be fat tapping mothers in cardigans
break in a bank just to f-ck up and start again

[verse 2: hansum homie]
yup
go hard or go home
all my n-gg-s running round me
they be making b-tches moan
we be in the club all night
i swear we never going home
anybody catching b-tches with me must have been my clone
that’s right
n-gg- wanna fight
take a b-tch up in my room we ain’t gon’ leave until it’s light
now you backing down you pussy running off into the night
didn’t know you was a b-tch i bet your pussy really tight
i bite that titty make the b-tches wanna scream
you got a tight d-mn kitty you part of the twerk team
-ss bigger than the moon got your girl ready to cream
than i see that it’s your mother and i saw it in a dream

[verse 3: hansum homie]
microphone check
what is this?
i fly my rainbow flag lgbtq business
oh yes i got so much love to give
look all the d-mn colors it’s like roy g. biv
we all started from the bottom
like my man drake
i flatten it, flour eggs like a pancake
aw yeah
i bring any style that you brung out
slam dunk it down like michael jordan with his tongue out
keeping 30 rock poppin’ you cannot stop ’em
probly got your mommy out there doing pop lockin’
pullin’ up in the whip that’s the top rocket
these rappers all up in their feelings like a hot pocket
yeah
hopin’ i don’t fall flat
i run jur-ssic world you could call me chris pratt
yeah
i top the charts do you want more?
i get invested with the arts whatcha mad for?
yeah
i got that lemon cream pie
ballin’ with my n-gg-s i’m the realest team guy
yeah
and i would give you all slices
resurrect resolve european debt crisis

- hansum homie

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