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silverballer - bitch i go hard lyrics

[intro: aesxp]
yuh, yuh, yuh, ayy

[verse 1: aesxp]
i’m with the lean i’ma sip it, yuh
i got the diamonds they glisten
lil f-ck b-tch boutta listen, ayy
pull with the strap teach you a lesson, ayy
pulled out my d-ck we got issues, ayy
your family crying need tissues, ayy
run up the sh-t you can’t mess with me
show you this sh-t, you ain’t feeling me
i won’t give up, i’m not stubbon
i keep me a smith and wesson
i’m buring this mo f-cking rubber
your mans tried to pull up with a rubber
i show you a mo f-cking b-tch
i got a mo f-cking b-tch
you ain’t keeping this sh-t
i ain’t f-cking with the sh-ts, b-tch

[hook: aesxp]
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard
flexing hard, breaking sh-t
i go to hard on your boulevard

[verse 2: silverballer]
i’m raising by the minute. i clear this sh-t and don’t leave no witness
you rappers spewing sh-tfest like you got no limit
crack your skull in my honda civic ‘til you’re a midget, sorry jimmy, it’s business
i’m winning while you just sit and mimic, trying to cop’ my gimmick
so you sit around and listen, you drool when you see me glisten
i’m raising up my digits, you talk sh-t and think you’re a critic
been shootin’ since the beginning, you rappers bark but y’all timid
you repeat my lyrics and call them finished. now that’s the spirit

[verse 3: violent remark]
embrace yourselves, n-gg- judgements comin, run up on me then succ-mb to one thing
dethrone a n-gg-, there’s only one king. excalibur sharp, all it takes is one swing
chest fulla bullets, chest full of blood clots, vest for the one shot, eye for the bloodshot
blood on the slipknot, b-tch i gotta pop lock. clip into a n-gg-, chamber full of buckshots (pow)
none of you can match up to who i am, inside of me, your nightmares are what’s in store
step into the chamber, you’ll have a fun time once i permanently close the door
pull out the chainsaw, slash and hack your bodies to pieces till theres no blood left
forever and ever, you will always be my victim of murder in the end

- silverballer lyrics

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