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metro zu - softwork hardhead lyrics

[verse 1: mr. b the poshtronaut]
yeah, it’s mr. b, b-tch
welcome to the kushpak
at the trap fitness center workin’ on a six pack
b-tch pray some weight that these n-gg-s never seen
twelve whole bricks like the age of preteens
pockets on flex like a d-mn bodybuilder
we known we keep the bricks like ya boy bob the builder
cut be the feeler
got the c-ke white chiller
covered in my prada
leave your face like thriller
servin’ up these n-gg-s who have always been tricks
but in return, got ya boy lookin’ so eccentric
stupid -ss n-gg-s, i done said this before
don’t try to get served while i’m in the studio
n-gg-s gettin’ lit up with no hesitation
all because you touch my work with no pigmentation
d-mn, that’s a shame, but not really, ’cause you’re lame
in the birds of ruben slikk, takin’ up the game

[hook: ruben slikk]
softwork (softwork)
hardhead (hardhead)
softwork (softwork)
hardhead (hardhead)
softwork, headhead
four, five eyelids
slidin’ out the barrel ‘case a n-gg- f-ckin’ wit my bread
softwork (softwork)
hardhead (hardhead)
softwork (softwork)
hardhead (hardhead)
softwork, headhead
four, five eyelids
slidin’ out the barrel ‘case a n-gg- f-ckin’ wit my bread

[verse 2: ruben slikk]
i’m a softwork hardhead
block blood banks
and my dubs and them rocks
and my kush be extra stank
got that black n-gg- nine ’cause they mad at my d-mn skin
and the chrome .45 on shine like 10
but i keep it on the low
’cause my heater ain’t for show
and if i know a n-gg- snitchin’, then that n-gg- gotta go
high-cl-ss, dope runner
gucci snake skin redbone
shoes cost a lofty, b
b-tch i beg your f-ckin’ pardon
you r-t-rded thinkin’ a n-gg- finna let you slide by
first you get my money right, then you get that hi-fi
play me like a hoe, you gon’ recognize that wi-fi
hollow tips flyin’ through your stomach and yo tata
why you poppin’ all that sh-t when you ain’t packin’ nada?
metro zu is servin’ up that yam and rockin’ prada
why you poppin’ all that sh-t when you ain’t packin’ nada?
metro zu is servin’ up that yam and rockin’ prada!

- metro zu lyrics

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