letra de go hard - waka flocka flame
[intro]
lex luger
[chorus]
i go hard in the motherf-cking paint, n-gg-
leave you stinking, n-gg-
what the f-ck you thinking, n-gg-?
i won’t die for this sh-t or what the f-ck i say
front yard, broad day with the sk
see gucci, that’s my motherf-cking n-gg-
i hang in the ‘dale with them hit squad k!llers
waka flocka flame, one hood–ss n-gg-
riding real slow, bending corners, my n-gg-
[verse 1]
got a main b-tch, got a mistress (what else?)
a couple girlfriends, i’m so hood rich
keep my d-ck hard and keep me smoking
you’ll get bills free, shawty, no joking
and what i stand for? brick squad
i’ma die for this shawty, man, i swear to god
in the trap with some k!llers and some hood n-gg-s
where you at? where you trap? you ain’t hood, n-gg-
keep this sh-t 300, put that sh-t on my hood
crips f-cking with me, g’s, and the vice lords
esés and amigos freestyle off the dome
brick squad, waka flocka flame is f-cking home
[chorus]
i go hard in the motherf-cking paint, n-gg-
leave you stinking, n-gg-
what the f-ck you thinking, n-gg-?
i won’t die for this sh-t or what the f-ck i say
front yard, broad day with the sk
see gucci, that’s my motherf-cking n-gg-
i hang in the ‘dale with them hit squad k!llers
waka flocka flame, one hood–ss n-gg-
riding real slow, bending corners, my n-gg-
[verse 2]
what’s up, p-ssy n-gg-? what’s up, punk n-gg-?
they got on that n-gg-, make your mama’s mama miss you
hope you got your k!llers with you, hope you got your n-gg-s with you
hope your goons riding with you, they gon’ f-cking miss you, n-gg-
n-gg- with an att-tude like eaze and cube
when my little brother died, i said, “f-ck school”
i picked the burner up and i grabbed some marijuana
two years later, screaming out, “your honor”
glock-9, the sk, if you want to beef
shawty, point blank range, i’ll put your -ss to sleep
shawty, talk is cheap so watch what your say
broad day in the air like this sh-t legal
desert eagle, gold and back, that’s to pull the trigger
[chorus]
i go hard in the motherf-cking paint, n-gg-
leave you stinking, n-gg-
what the f-ck you thinking, n-gg-?
i won’t die for this sh-t or what the f-ck i say
front yard, broad day with the sk
see gucci, that’s my motherf-cking n-gg-
i hang in the ‘dale with them hit squad k!llers
waka flocka flame, one hood–ss n-gg-
riding real slow, bending corners, my n-gg-
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