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letra de harden - sob x rbe & shoreline mafia

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
choppa with a side-kick, shoot like harden
bullets so big trying to make a car flip
every time i hit, trying to make her forfeit
she wanna french kiss, cause i’m riding foreigns

[verse 1: ohgeesy]
sellin’ bags til i get a bag
you wouldn’t understand
get a brick, bring it down to grams
and flip it with my mans
i just copped a thizzle xans
i done sold it to my fans
in the trap im baggin up the cocaine
way in sand
molly, wocky, quali, prolly
in the crib with a b-tch shaking -ss like its folley’s
all you n-ggas is pretend
me n’ my n-ggas get it in
came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
if a f-ck n-gga want some smoke, we let it begin
h-lla wave, we the wave
these my brothers, not my friends
came to the club, with a .22, they let it in
if a f-ck n-gga want some smoke, we let it begin

[verse 2: rob vicious]
they got all the questions
i ain’t got the answers
n-ggas want smoke, f-ck it, imma give em’ cancer
choppas like amanda
turn him to a dancer
chase him with the f&n
and he gon’ need a pamper
n-ggas on some f-ck sh-t, but ain’t gon never gonna bust sh-t
how i’m supposed to trust these n-ggas
i don’t know what trust is
same n-ggas i f-ck with
n-ggas that i bust with
why we let this b-tch up in the spot if she don’t suck d-ck
robbie boy you vicious, you so vicious like the devil
i walk round’ with two metals
these n-ggas tryna test me, get it poppin’ like some kettle
pour a four so i feel better
these n-ggas want some war, then its whatever

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
choppa with a side-kick, shoot like harden
bullets so big trying to make a call flip
every time i hit, trying to make her forfeit
she wanna french kiss, cause i’m riding foreigns

[verse 3: yhung t.o.]
twenty in my pants, baby watch me do my dance
forty in my hand, leave a n-gga where he stand
i be counting bands, sorry i can’t be your man
all up in my pants, you ain’t hearing what i’m saying
f-ck me in her house, f-ck me in the car
top me in the whip, ride me like a harley
f-ck me till i’m sleep, wake me up up in the morning
cookin’ for the boy with no clothes on in the morning
i’m the man round’ my hood
slide, you know its good
put yo’ bags up in the trunk but my trunk is in my hood
i’m a thug until i die, wouldn’t change it if i could
hunnid bands, won’t stop raining with my hood (yeah)
baby f-ck me good, f-ck me good
my heart got so much pain, i’m so misunderstood
forty on my hip, wish a n-gga would
we want all the smoke, smoke a n-gga like a wood

[verse 4: fenix flexin]
we want all the smoke, smoke a n-gga like a wood
she think i fell in love, i think that b-tch misunderstood
bussin’ off a molly, riding round i’m making jugs
designer on my body, i’m that n-gga with the plugs
raf simons, gucci denims, i got rackies in ’em
ksubi jeans, you know i’m movin’ with the packies in ’em
ups, i ship it out, i got the packies in ’em
fenix flexin, on yo’ b-tch, i’m in designer denim
balmains, cocaine
sippin dirty, all my cups filled with stains
n-ggas talkin all that beef, ain’t with a thang
we gon’ pull up, we gon slide, and let it bang

- sob x rbe shoreline mafia

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