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letra de true story bro - lil hardy

[intro]
yeah (dee b got that heat)
the crazy thing with a lot of this, like
n-ggas ain’t really had sh-t, like, we, we really was takin’ sh-t
(slime, let’s go)

[verse 1]
[?] on a bar now we up now
ain’t talkin’ no money, i don’t really give a f-ck now
which one is you workin’? i’ll get your -ss shut down
your b-tch wanna dance on me, it’s a touchdown
how many n-ggas i lost to this sh-t?
how many n-ggas gon’ hate on this sh-t?
how many n-ggas think hardy a ho and a b-tch?
to be honest, they know i’m the sh-t, yeah
real trap n-gga, i’m going legit
call up lil trip, he love shootin’ this sh-t
dark in the night, i had nowhere to go
so walk in the bent’, i’m like, “who in this b-tch?”
this ho said it, i don’t really know
if you drippin’, come by and get shoot out your clothes
i’ma act like you hard, i’ma put on a show
hardy don’t play no threats, boy, i’m taking her soul
these n-ggas ain’t real, they too fake
bite down on a xan’, call it tooth-ache
man, this sh-t just way too easy
might f-ck around do my albums in two takes
bust down your thot like blueface
d-mn, how the h-ll i fell in love with a blue face
n-gga, lil hardy the real-life two face
gettin’ lil’ b-tches, ain’t sh-t to changed
yeah, hardy pull up with the chops
i jump in the b-tch, p-ssy like a moshpit
i wanna f-ck, she like, “boy, stop it”
can’t beef with me like, “bro, drop it”
runnin’ from 12, fences and we hopped it
ice in the malt, n-gga, you c-cky
oh, you got a gun? let me just pop it
f-ck a ho real good, you can’t top it
yeah, it’s time to switch up the topic
i smokin’ a juul flavor, it’s tropic
i’m sh-ttin’ on n-ggas, somebody come mop it
these n-ggas my sons, lil’ bro, you’re adopted (let’s go)

[break]
h-ll nah, slime is done
i’m the slimiest slime in this b-tch

[verse 2]
back on the beat like i don’t get tired
n-ggas like, “hardy, you got me inspired”
my shooter miss, then goodbye, you’re fired
and i’m stillin’ scammin’ like serious inquire
shot two-face, he must got on the wire
we know you a snitch, used to sing with the choir
told her i love her, she called me a liar
yeah, right now, but i used to ride prior

[outro]
dee b got that heat
okay, okay, okay, for real
y’all n-ggas are not ready for what i just said
like, it gotta be like at least
these motherf-ckin’ bars in this ho
i might even drop this song, if i did then, sh-t, huh

- lil hardy

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