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letra de hard (feat. d-rae) - lil wym

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[intro: d-rae]
wym
i don’t think they’re ready for this
do you think they’re ready for this?
nah
jeez
so where do i start?
jeez

[verse 1: d-rae]
lyrical illness
my flow is the sickness
the verse may be spitting
the bars be resilient
nigerian
and brilliant
in rap to make millions
so i spend on homies
and spend on my n-gg-s
so i get the dough then i’m gone (d-mn)
ain’t doing diss on no song (whoa)
ain’t pop no pill or no puff (d-mn)
just pay the bills then i ball
p-ss me the green so i ball
(alright)
put kids behind my bars
like nuts on braces
baby faced -ss-ssin (godd-mn)
she chug the nation
ain’t no dog
but b-tches call on daily
check the text
she send me while on bailey
d-mn
i put it on snap
give it on back
n-gg- met a n-gg-
n-gg- friend a n-gg-
n-gg- stab a n-gg-
n-gg- shooting
k!lling
thinking
he could get away
debating
with haters on the way
finessing
like its a play
reminiscing
cause its a play
(d-mn)
so i rest the case
not end the case
so lets debate
can go all-day
but i can’t stay
the rap’s delayed
my verse is played
know
unt-tled is on its way
so ándale
with no delay
not gonna fade
don’t be afraid
no price is paid
rap it up and p-ss it on to lil wym

[verse 2: lil wym]
(uh uh uh)
banging the east
and i’m banging the west
and i’m rocking your girl
like i’m rocking the rest
i don’t feel any more
cause your hoe does it for me
i know i sound silly
but p-ssy just bores me
secure the bag and i’m gone
i’m making bands on this song
i’ve been on this sh-t for so long
puff puff
p-ssing on the bong
(whoa)(yeah)
bruises on her knees
and you know where that came from (uh)
pop another bean
and you know i like to stay numb (uh)
swaying side to side
lemme know we like to play dumb (whoa)
bend her over and slip it in her bu-
(whoa whoa whoa)
(that’s disgusting)
(alright, alright, my bad)
people
locked up in the pit for sh-t they didn’t do
shot down in the streets for wearing blue
needle in the arm, type of sh-t we do
break up in your house, so you got no clue
crack fiends, withdrawn
y’all people keep nothing
two shots, still throbbing
i don’t know where to go
i don’t know what to do
whoa

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