og boobie black - hard 2 kill lyrics
[chorus: og b00bie black]
[?] hard to k!ll
real n+gga, bread with him made him hard to k!ll
kiss a b+tch, who the f+ck you arguing with?
this the same mouth i gotta kiss my daughter with
daughter with, daughter with
straight drive, i do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
these the same hands i gotta count the money with
[verse 1: og b00bie black]
stupid b+tch, recognise you can’t f+ck with this
og b00bie black, always on that gangsta sh+t
kiss a b+tch, that sh+t played out and over with
she suck a lot of d+ck, it’s like she in the p+rn fl!cks
f+ck that other n+gga cause he with that ho sh+t
better come up with my money fore i send a hit
i love my dawgs, you a b+tch so i don’t love you
to keep it real, i might holler when i wanna f+ck you
[chorus: og b00bie black]
[?] hard to k!ll
real n+gga, bread with him made him hard to k!ll
kiss a b+tch, who the f+ck you arguing with?
this the same mouth i gotta kiss my daughter with
daughter with, daughter with
straight drive, i do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
these the same hands i gotta count the money with
[verse 2: kevin gates]
still from crumbs, [?] blunt steel in my lungs
bout to lunch, used to be bummy, president gates running the country
giving out orders without me speaking
f+ck got something in common with usher
say you gon do it, end of disscussion
i ain’t gon talk [?]
[?] ok it’s done
that’s 12 bricks for the fam
no big boy like fam
[?] back against the [?]
[?]
[?] selling dope
tryna get [?] off the boat
so let it float, let a n+gga know
[chorus: og b00bie black]
[?] hard to k!ll
real n+gga, bread with him made him hard to k!ll
kiss a b+tch, who the f+ck you [?]?
this the same mouth i gotta kiss my daughter with
daughter with, daughter with
straight drive, i do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
these the same hands i gotta count the money with
[verse 3: kevin gates & og b00bie black]
you must ain’t got droptop, no ceeling
[?] in the motherf+ckin trentches
she got friends, [?] big titties
i got a super bad b+tch, catch my [?]
she from out detroit, but i call her miley sosa
i’m a real n+gga, b+tch and i keep a big pistol
not a gang banger, i’m a gangsta
praise to god, protected by the angels
want that g sh+t, i can make a n+gga [?]
[chorus: og b00bie black]
[?] hard to k!ll
real n+gga, bread with him made him hard to k!ll
kiss a b+tch, who the f+ck you arguing with?
this the same mouth i gotta kiss my daughter with
daughter with, daughter with
straight drive, i do not believe in water whip
[?] go to jail [?]
these the same hands i gotta count the money with
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