Correction Lyrics Hardwood Floors by Lil B

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Aw, man
Y'know what I'm sayin'? We in this sh*t everyday man
Where the blunts at? Light up, light up
All these hoes f**kin' wit' us man
Yeah
Lookin' over the quarter million view type sh*t, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Young n***a type sh*t

Told the b*t*h jump when she f**kin' wit' the crew
She a faggot ass ho, everybody gon' shoot
Call me Fredo Santana with the birds in the roof
Catch me on the three point, all my n***as tryna shoot
Take the girl off the bench, make the ho f**k the crew
Need a couple cheerleaders, I ain't f**kin' wit' the divas
Mane, a b*t*h talkin' sh*t? I'ma see ya when I see ya
f**k James Harden, he a real cheerleader (Figaro)
f**k Westbrook, he ain't never rep the west
I ain't never seen him, he look like a ref
Westbrook a referee, he never smoked tree
He never made it rain, he ain't from the west
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects
You know Lil B, he been from the west
Catch me in the hood or catch me in the projects (Figaro)

Told the b*t*h dunk with the birds in the roof
Hardwood floors, all my n***as love hoop
b*t*h, make it rain, just bought the Bentley coupe
Hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, hard-hardwood floors
Hardwood floors, all my n***as love hoop

Yo, we live on the court right now (What's up wit' it?)
We got Lil B (Wassup?) comin' out the locker room, man
What you gotta say for yourself, Lil B?
(sh*t ain't too much, 'cause I could do that, y'know what I'm sayin'? I could do that)
We see you out here killin' the game right now (Aw, yeah, yeah, we do it)
You know, in this Hoop Life sh*t, Hoop Life, Volume 2, we seen you on ESPN, CNN, MSNBC, in the field, what you doin'? (Yeah, man, I been in the gym doin' my thang, we rockin', man)

Yeah, it's f**k ****, he stole my swag
No homo, b*t*h, I'ma f**k him in the ass
Still sellin' jerry and I'm still sellin' swag
Come to Richmond, b*t*h, you know where I'm at
Still in the hood trappin' out the projects
Young based god still wit' a bad b*t*h
I don't give a f**k about scorin' no points
I only shoot threes, trappin' when I want
Cheerleader b*t*h have her roll up a blunt
Dance on the stage, b*t*h, you know what I want
Dance on the stage, b*t*h, you know what I want
Sellin' Fetty Wap, b*t*h, roll me up a blunt (Figaro)

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