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letra de go hard or go home - tle cinco

[instro]
barnotez

[verse]
you gotta go hard or go home
bein’ with your dawg right or wrong (wrong)
[?] makin’ songs, i got through some sh-t all alone (all alone)
this sh-t it just just hit me like bombs
i do what i do, get the cash and i’m gone
gotta watch how i talk, puttin’ these tap on my phone
they just hate to see that young black hustle on
i, i shoot like a dice game
i shoot with precise aim (precise aim)
you dead, do the right thing (precise aim)
go hard and got ice veins (ice veins)
another n-gga, fake n-gga might change (might change)
i’m doin’ the dash all at my line
i do this for cash, i’on’t like fame
i’m dripping like codeine, it might rain
oh, yah
i took out with caution, i feel like a martian
i’m smooth like lj what he did to milwaukee
i don’t do no talkin’ so just get to walkin’
see nothin’ but cash, get in a bus like we’re walkin’
my earrings on floss, got jewels up for auction
still watch how you talkin’, that sh-t there might cost ya
now she diggin’, she tryna f-ck, jack up my posture
and i really do this sh-t, i need an oscar
i copped me a benz and i got a new spot and i changed up the wardrobe
i’m gettin’ that cash in a rush, though
and we got these n-ggas hangin’, for what though (let’s go)
b-tch, i’m a demon, i only come out at the nighttime
these n-ggas cap but they like how i
keep it one hunnit, for lifetime
don’t gotta flex to me, cut you off, on lifeline
these n-ggas’ lifestyles not like mine
i went and copped the rollie takin’ off at the right time
yeah, it’s a whole bunch of style but they bite mine
no cap rap, i don’t write mine
these n-ggas wanna survive, did they grow up on my time
[?]
these here another level vibe, i be high-jumps lifestyle
raw breed, if you search you might not find (not find)
i’m talkin’ bags, cash, these n-ggas trash
i’m gonna get the last laugh
i’m on their -ss, yeah
i am who i am, because of my past, yeah
i know people mad, yeah
’cause i got that bag, i have it racked, now
lock [?] down like a gator
b-tch, i’m sharp, on point like a razor
yeah
don’t die of static, raw status, i got star status
ball status, mom status, we want all status
law less than a hunnid shots, we let y’all have it
hoes are ratchet, b-tch i ball like 18 ball baskets
once there buy my own weapon
backwoods weed and smoke that cabin
i’m up like i’m on all addies
play, he get zipped up, casket
i had to cut her off, naggin’
i had to pop the perc’ just to balance
drippin’ balenci and not rockin’ no ballys
i come from the south used to post up the [?]

[outro]
yeah, yeah
on the star status
[?]
i get tragic, we gon’ run down with the stick
[?]

- tle cinco

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