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tn honcho - hard body lyrics

intro: tn honcho
yea my life is like a movie, i ain’t acting
pulling up in latest fashion
n-ggas know we’re pistol packing
n-ggas say they on my head but i ain’t lacking

verse 1: tn honcho
yea my life is like a movie, i ain’t acting
pulling up in latest fashion
n-ggas know we’re pistol packing
n-ggas say they on my head but i ain’t lacking
on the gang i don’t talk much
you dissing then this gun bust
it’s getting hot up in the kitchen i been cooking up
if they play this in the club you know we going up
pour some henn up in my cup the b-tches show me love
i’m from the p, foreign sliding with a 30 tucked
dhg the gang b-tch i’m gangin, aye
no i don’t give a f-ck who you came with
a broke n-gga h-ll nah can’t hang with him
get off your -ss and get a bag you just bullsh-ttin, aye
b-tch i’m really on the pavement who want war with us?
if you test a n-gga gangsta then this 40 bust
i ain’t never gotta cap the gang be pulling up
b-tch i’m anti i ain’t showing love

chorus: tn honcho
keep your distance from leeches, get your money up
gang tight, walking with a limp cause it’s a 40 tucked
hard body nothing else b-tch i’m muscled up
hit him with a hit stick, fumble, pick it up, gang!
keep your distance from leeches, get your money up
gang tight, walking with a limp cause it’s a 40 tucked
hard body nothing else b-tch i’m muscled up
hit him with a hit stick, fumble, pick it up, gang!

verse 2: tn honcho
switch lanes? h-ll nah i’m with the same n-ggas
man they starting to lock us up cause they can’t tame n-ggas
b-tch we poppin in the p, we them main n-ggas
wrong move in this b-tch and get stained n-gga
give that boy a warning call it bad news
now that n-gga sick to his stomach like a bad flu
b-tches lying on their p-ssy that’s the sad truth
f-cking on a b-tch, him too, you’s a dumb dude
give that boy a warning call it bad news
now that n-gga sick to his stomach like a bad flu
b-tches lying on their p-ssy that’s the sad truth
f-cking on a b-tch, him too, you’s a dumb dude

verse 3: tragedy
it’s lonely sitting at the top, i got em looking up
it’s tragedy, just like a surgery i’m in the cut
that n-gga think he really bout it till that yeeky bust
shot up the whip that n-gga had to take the city bus
them n-ggas hating cause they bummy and we next up
hard body, flexed up, i had to run that check up
i ain’t f-cking with her if she’s ugly from the neck up
she’s a bad b-tch even when she wears no makeup!
and the world is like my stage and you’re the audience
and if i want it and you didn’t why you started it?
and if that really ain’t your set then why you tossing it?
hitman for hire n-gga show me who the target is
god d-mn

- tn honcho lyrics

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