Информация о песне На данной странице вы можете ознакомиться с текстом песни Hardly, исполнителя - Chief Keef.
Дата выпуска: 01.09.2017
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
Hardly |
Hold that thought, let me think |
Pour a cup, let me drink |
Girl you got an apple, let me touch |
The police comin', let me tuck |
Eyes red, my cash blue |
45 black, my tattoos |
Take 50 racks to Barney’s |
I love these bitches, hardly |
To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up |
They know everyday that I’m blessed as fuck |
Carbon fire hydrant, he a' wet you up |
You lackin' no cheetahs we a' catchin' up |
You know I get that cheese, nigga Parmesan |
Dinner is ready, nigga come get some |
Ain’t no one-on-ones, nigga one is one |
Don’t make me lace up and play run and gun |
I’m in these streets, I’m walkin' like |
I’m in this foreign, I roll a bike |
My hair not down, I run it up |
Only thing I can give is zero fucks |
Hold that thought, let me think |
Pour a cup, let me drink |
Girl you got an apple, let me touch |
The police comin', let me tuck |
Eyes red, my cash blue |
45 black, my tattoos |
Take 50 racks, to Barney’s |
I love these bitches, hardly |
Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats |
Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV |
Pardon we, we finna crash a party |
Made a Benjamin, Picasso is a fuckin' art piece |
Take the gang, hit the road |
What we live by, is a code |
I’m on an ocean, I rode the bus |
There’s certain shit I can’t discuss |
My dawgs slow, it loves licks |
Go send your shots, it’s nun' but bricks |
I’m too authentic, you counterfeit |
Choppers start glitchin' when it’s tampered with |
Smoked gelato, a pound of it |
Two bitches, sandwich it |
16 lines of the Tech, Fanta it |
Peep the finish line, rental it |
I fucked so many crazy hoes, I’m out my mind |
And you can smack me, if I was lyin' |
I peep who with me, I peep who lyin' |
Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryn' |
Hold that thought, let me think |
Pour a cup, let me drink |
Girl you got an apple, let me touch |
The police comin', let me tuck |
Eyes red, my cash blue |
45 black, my tattoos |
Take 50 racks, to Barney’s |
I love these bitches, hardly |