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letra de going hard - sycosis

hook:
you can drop me in the jungle i’mma make it to the top,drop me in the north pole i’mma make that b-tch hot. you can drop me in the streets i’mma make that b-tch pop, you can drop me in the streets i’mma make that b-tch pop.

verse 1:
she going hard for that bread, fast money and she catch it. scented lotion and perfume, back room and she stretching. with her heels and her thong, see through shirt that she put on. little top underneath, barely cover up them d’s. she been practicing her smile, new haircut to change her style. said she saving up for school been working up here for a while. but as long as ends meet and her son getting fed, she do splits on top of poles and in the back she offer head. it ain’t like she really like it, but these n-ggas seem to. and her life is like a movie and this act is scene two. you can’t judge her cuz you love her when she shaking all that -ss. keep her head down low but she looking at the cash. if you broke then she gone, if you tipping then she on. it ain’t right that she a stripper but you happy that she wrong. she too cute to work here, and you start to wonder why. then she bend a b-tch over and start braggin that she bi. you don’t know her not at all but you feel like you do, she throw them t-tties in your face, they still feel like they new. that’s because they really are, and she perfect not a scar, you an average -ss n-gga she still treat you like a star. its her job, its her job and she does it very well. she ain’t offering no p-ssy its that dream that she sell. no phones in the club but you still wanna call her, i got a tip for you write your number on a dollar..she surving.

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verse 2

he going hard for that bread, since his momma said no. to them tru religion jeans, and that north face coat. older brother put him on, half a key and quarter zone. out of school for 30 days, he been trapping all month long. been to juvenile twice, told the judge he’d change his life. had a fifth of blue ciroc and popped a molly same night. shorty wilding out his mind, but to him he on his grind. get this money, stack this paper, f-ck you mean i ain’t trying. this a cold -ss world, in the streets no favor. wear two crosses, don’t believe in no savior. plus he got a pistol and to make it more official, if he throw a sign at you hold your tongue like a whistle. cuz them n-ggas that’s behind him ain’t f-cking around. rip your chest through your shirt, leave the body on the ground. they surviving in these streets, go for blood then eat the meat. break into your house at night and lay you down if you ain’t sleep. and he only 19, third child on the way, plus he rap in his videos they all holding k’s. they all holding weight, what you need rocks or blows. impala lights flashing, pull up they all froze…they surviving

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