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dababy – act that hard lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
please get your seatbelt on for me, please

[chorus]
all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars)
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad)
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
[verse 1]
she wanna eat me in traffic (sweet, come on)
i weren’t even trappin’ on that
’cause i honestly just got her number last week (mm+hmm)
i wasn’t even tryna f+ck, i was sleep (like—)
she don’t even wanna trick, she a boss (a boss)
she don’t even like to cut, she a lady (she—, ayy)
she don’t let n+ggas f+ck, n+ggas lazy (uh+huh)
she won’t even let me f+ck, ’cause i’m baby
sh+t, i’m good either way, ’cause i’m player
and she know i ain’t trippin’ on sh+t, got wounds in my back
been stabbed by the people that i loved
more than the people i call haters
i’ve been through that sh+t, it can’t phase me
i think i got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me
in traffic right now, i’m with her and, yeah, i got a gun
wherever i go, i’ma take it

[chorus]
all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars (yeah)
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (yeah)
n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars) ayy
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) ayy
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
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[verse 2]
all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars
catch me out trappin’ with a badass broad
catch me out trappin’ with a freak (yeah)
catch me out trappin’ with that heat (uh+huh)
catch me out trappin’ with a badass b+tch
that love gangsta sh+t way more than me (yeah)
hoppin’ out the car with her bad ass (uh)
never trust a smile, look at fat ass (go)
jonathan was always good with the numbers
weren’t worried ’bout nothin’, clap him out class
lookin’ at the n+ggas that i ran past (yeah, go)
sh+ttin’ on these n+ggas, i’m a d+mn ass (yeah, come on)
and i ain’t tryna change not a godd+mn thing ’bout me
for you, who used to kiss my d+mn ass
sittin’ at the grammys, yeah, i let my f+ckin’ pants sag
(they ain’t f+ckin’ with jonathan, n+gga)

[chorus]
(all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars) yeah
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) yeah
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars (ayy)
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (ayy)
n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b+tches love fast+ass cars) woah
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) woah
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard) woah
(n+ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
[outro]
woah, yeah

- dababy lyrics

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