shy glizzy – goin hard lyrics
[hook:]
i’m goin hard, goin hard
all i used to do is rob
now i’m in the studio
making this music sh-t my job
and dese n-gg-s so soft
they then let me in the door
i ain’t gotta rap no more
labels knocking at my door
i’m goin hard, goin hard
all i used to do is rob
now i’m in the studio
makin this music sh-t my job
and dese n-gg-s so soft
they then let me in the door
i ain’t gotta rap no more
labels knocking at my door
i’m tired of playing wit dese n-gg-s
dese n-gg-s act like b-tches
i’m tired of f-cking dese b-tches
i need me a mistress
wear a scarf around my head like a taliban
loud got me so high, looking like i’m from j-pan
see, me and my n-gg-s rob the venetian stores
and i got a couple guns you ain’t seen before
they like “oh my god, you den let him in the door”
and every n-gg- b-tch don’t want to f-ck with him no more
i can’t blame em doe, n-gg- i don’t want your ho
i can’t, i can’t blame her doe n-gg- i don’t want your ho
b-tches double g we going to be the same for life
i swear i been supposed to die, they ain’t aim it right
[hook]
i’m in the studio writing, writing all night
me and you ain’t vibin n-gg- do you want to fight
check my street credit i got tiger stripes
my bullets leave wounds that look like tiger bites
i got .30 in my denim and i ain’t scared to bust them
n-gg-s think i’m gonna friend em, but me i’m like f-ck ’em
couple n-gg-s said i’m a b-tch
couple n-gg-s did a diss
on my father grave them couple n-gg-s ain’t gone do sh-t
i be all out in these clubs, all out in theses streets
people walk to me and say i run dc
i say i’m the future, the future of the nation
every single thing i do is history in the making
[hook]
i got my mask on and i’m tipping
w-ssup with you pimping
no i’m not your homie, do i look like the simpsons
my glock loaded i’m riding
based on me he jiving
we out here surviving, you touch my drugs you buy it
i’m a young street n-gg-, lord og
streets hottest youngin, everybody know me
b-tch i’m from the yo, i say it on every song
i f-ck a n-gg- ho she scream my name out on every moan
your head in the car, my seat leaned back
her -ss on the dash and her head in my lap
a n-gg- stabbed me where it say glizzy at
god ain’t want me, he said i ain’t have a milli yet
[hook]
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