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Harley Ken
Featuring(s) : Scotty Cain & Byrd
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[Harley Ken] Bitches they love me, they see me, Ah, I'm fresh as a coffin Stunting on these hoes, Stone Cold Steve Austin Three in the morning, I'm dranking, I'm sipping I know where that ac at Four in the morning, I'm grinding I'm hustling I know where that sack at My money, my paper, my people, my blood, don't play bout that Maybach music, gunplay bout that Hello? Hello? I'm in the studio That's my bitch hitting, she thinking I'm out with another ho Woop woop woop woop woop woop woop, there go 5-0 On ten five forties, had to take five more My bitch keep calling, she calling, she know that I'm lying Police behind me, you know that I'm flying I'm falling, I'm tripping, I'm loaded, I don't know what to do This bitch gone take the charge, ho this your coupe That blue pass, wouldn't even f*cking with me If I would have went to jail, Byrd would come and get me [Byrd, Harley Ken (adlib)] 4 o' clock in the morning everybody sleeping Police riding, the junkies tweaking My bitch hot, she think I'm cheating I'm on the block, bitch I'm out here eating I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (I'm on it) I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (Bitch I'm on it) I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (I'm on it) I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it (Bitch I'm on it) [Byrd] I pop molly, I sip syrup, at the same damn time Think I'm scared to hit the block, you out your goddamn mind I be whipping and hustling, grinding trapping Hitting my licks my money is stacking Niggas they looking, they plotting to jack me What? Say who? I don't know what happened Why your bitches hit me up? Talking how you broke and how your girlfriend want to lick me up Begging Byrdy, Byrdy, will you please come pick me up Bitch I got that .40 if your boyfriend try to stick me up I'm back just like I never left Pushed me in the dirt, got it out the mud my f*cking self Imma keep eating off the table 'till it's nothing left Can't stay in the game cause you arguing with the f*cking ref [Scotty Cain] Look Rolling the blunt while I'm whipping Cup full of mud and I'm sipping My bitch steady calling me tripping Bitch I'm trapping stay out of my business Four in the morning I'm catching the plays We ready for war, we flex with the K's Finess for a brick, we gone extra get payed You bout getting money come catch you a wave Floating in the Audi with my nigga Pablo Try finessing me we knock beef out your taco Then score another pack, say Unc, I need it pronto Ex bitch want me to come see her but I'm like f*ck that dumb ho Trap jumping, got a yard full of cars like a car show Work booming, got junkies in a line like we got free gumbo Don't answer the phone, they beat down the door, gotta get a new front door And if the police get behind me Imma toss that pack like Rondo [Hook]
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