CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Go Hard or Go Home
Barnotez
You gotta go hard or go home
Bein' with your dawg right or wrong (Wrong)
On 'ca**ion write, makin' songs, I got through some sh*t all alone (All alone)
This sh*t it just just hit me like bombs
I do what I do, get the cash and I'm gone
Gotta watch how I talk, puttin' these tap on my phone
They just hate to see that young black hustle on
I, I shoot like a dice game
I shoot with precise aim (Precise aim)
You dead, do the right thing (Precise aim)
Go hard and got ice veins (Ice veins)
Another n***a, fake n***a might change (Might change)
I'm doin' the dash all at my line
I do this for cash, I'on't like fame
I'm dripping like Codeine, it might rain
Oh, yah
I took out with caution, I feel like a martian
I'm smooth like LJ what he did to Milwaukee
I don't do no talkin' so just get to walkin'
See nothin' but cash, get in a bus like we're walkin'
My earrings on floss, got jewels up for auction
Still watch how you talkin', that sh*t there might cost ya
Now she diggin', she tryna f**k, jack up my posture
And I really do this sh*t, I need an Oscar
I copped me a Benz and I got a new spot and I changed up the wardrobe
I'm gettin' that cash in a rush, though
And we got these n***as hangin', for what though (Let's go)
B*t*h, I'm a demon, I only come out at the nighttime
These n***as cap but they like how I
Keep it one hunnit, for lifetime
Don't gotta flex to me, cut you off, on lifeline
These n***as' lifestyles not like mine
I went and copped the Rollie takin' off at the right time
Yeah, it's a whole bunch of style but they bite mine
No cap rap, I don't write mine
These n***as wanna survive, did they grow up on my time
These here another level vibe, I be high-jumps lifestyle
Raw breed, if you search you might not find (Not find)
I'm talkin' bags, cash, these n***as trash
I'm gonna get the last laugh
I'm on their a**, yeah
I am who I am, because of my past, yeah
I know people mad, yeah
'Cause I got that bag, I have it racked, now
Locked in, clocked down like a gator
B*t*h, I'm sharp, on point like a razor
Yeah
Don't die of static, raw status, I got star status
Ball status, mom status, we want all status
Law less than a hunnid shots, we let y'all have it
Hoes are ratchet, b*t*h I ball like 18 ball baskets
Once there buy my own weapon
Backwoods weed and smoke that cabin
I'm up like I'm on all addies
Play, he get zipped up, casket
I had to cut her off, naggin'
I had to pop the Perc' just to balance
Drippin' Balenci and not rockin' no Ballys
I come from the south used to post up the [?]
Yeah, yeah
On the star status
I get tragic, we gon' run down with the stick
[?]
You gotta go hard or go home
Bein' with your dawg right or wrong (Wrong)
On 'ca**ion write, makin' songs, I got through some sh*t all alone (All alone)
This sh*t it just just hit me like bombs
I do what I do, get the cash and I'm gone
Gotta watch how I talk, puttin' these tap on my phone
They just hate to see that young black hustle on
I, I shoot like a dice game
I shoot with precise aim (Precise aim)
You dead, do the right thing (Precise aim)
Go hard and got ice veins (Ice veins)
Another n***a, fake n***a might change (Might change)
I'm doin' the dash all at my line
I do this for cash, I'on't like fame
I'm dripping like Codeine, it might rain
Oh, yah
I took out with caution, I feel like a martian
I'm smooth like LJ what he did to Milwaukee
I don't do no talkin' so just get to walkin'
See nothin' but cash, get in a bus like we're walkin'
My earrings on floss, got jewels up for auction
Still watch how you talkin', that sh*t there might cost ya
Now she diggin', she tryna f**k, jack up my posture
And I really do this sh*t, I need an Oscar
I copped me a Benz and I got a new spot and I changed up the wardrobe
I'm gettin' that cash in a rush, though
And we got these n***as hangin', for what though (Let's go)
B*t*h, I'm a demon, I only come out at the nighttime
These n***as cap but they like how I
Keep it one hunnit, for lifetime
Don't gotta flex to me, cut you off, on lifeline
These n***as' lifestyles not like mine
I went and copped the Rollie takin' off at the right time
Yeah, it's a whole bunch of style but they bite mine
No cap rap, I don't write mine
These n***as wanna survive, did they grow up on my time
These here another level vibe, I be high-jumps lifestyle
Raw breed, if you search you might not find (Not find)
I'm talkin' bags, cash, these n***as trash
I'm gonna get the last laugh
I'm on their a**, yeah
I am who I am, because of my past, yeah
I know people mad, yeah
'Cause I got that bag, I have it racked, now
Locked in, clocked down like a gator
B*t*h, I'm sharp, on point like a razor
Yeah
Don't die of static, raw status, I got star status
Ball status, mom status, we want all status
Law less than a hunnid shots, we let y'all have it
Hoes are ratchet, b*t*h I ball like 18 ball baskets
Once there buy my own weapon
Backwoods weed and smoke that cabin
I'm up like I'm on all addies
Play, he get zipped up, casket
I had to cut her off, naggin'
I had to pop the Perc' just to balance
Drippin' Balenci and not rockin' no Ballys
I come from the south used to post up the [?]
Yeah, yeah
On the star status
I get tragic, we gon' run down with the stick
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