Correction Paroles Hard (Tedsmooth Remix) par Rihanna

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Paroles

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah yeah yeah yeah (Ah yeah yeah yeah) (Ted Smooth, straight face, you remember!)
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah (Oh yeah)
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah, yeah

Where them girls talking trash? Where them girls talking trash?
Where they at? Wherе they at? Where thеy at?
Where them bloggers at? Where them bloggers at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? (Hey! My name Grafh babe babe)
Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at? (Aye aye aye)
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? (This this is the G-Mix)
Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

I'm the bad guy
I broke the rules I live by broken rules
I choked and sold blow when I was goin' to school
I'm hot headed I be blowin' a fuse I'm hot lava
I make ya coke come back not comma
You in Myspace blood you a dot commer
Shooters with the hammer behind me it's not a blogger
Keep tweetin' you get followed like a Central Park jogger
I'm hard bodied like RoboCop armor
I rock a few neck
I make you look fly and dressy
You wear 2 but on you it look kinda messy
You don't stand a chance
While tryna test me
Your chance is slimmer than a pants on Ryan Leslie
I'm duct taped
Officer why arrest me?
I'm 'possed to bail I'm runnin'
Try and catch me
Tedsmooth
Better have the fire ready
I'm strapped like Madea
Tyler Perry
Ugh!

They can say whatever, I'ma do whatever
No pain is forever, yup! You know this (Young!)
Tougher than a lion, ain't gon' needa try it
I live where the sky ends, yup! You know this (Young!)
Never lying, truth-teller
That Rihanna reign just won't let up
All-black on, blacked-out shades (Shades)
Blacked-out Maybach
I'ma rock this sh*t like fashion
As in, going 'til they say stop (Hold up)
And my runway never looked so clear
But the hottest b*t*h in heels right here (Here)
No fear
And while you're getting your cry on
I'm getting my fly on
Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedestal
I better let you know

That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard)
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

All up on it, know you wanna clone it
Ain't like me, that chick too phony (Young!)
Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
Meet me at the top, top, top, getting lonely (Young!)
Who think they test me now
Run through your town, I'll shut it down
Brilliant, resilient
Fan mail from 27 million (Young!)
And I want it all, it's gonna take more than that
Hope that ain't all you got, I need it all (Hold up!)
The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes
I can't just let you run up on me like that
All on me like that, yeah
I see you aiming at my pedestal
So I think I gotta let you know

That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard)
That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard)
That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard)
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Where them girls talking trash? Where them girls talking trash?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where them bloggers at? Where them bloggers at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?
Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at?
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

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