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act that hard - dababy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
please get your seatbelt on for me, please

[chorus]
all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars)
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad)
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
[verse 1]
she wanna eat me in traffic (sweet, come on)
i weren’t even trappin’ on that
’cause i honestly just got her number last week (mm*hmm)
i wasn’t even tryna f*ck, i was sleep (like—)
she don’t even wanna trick, she a boss (a boss)
she don’t even like to cut, she a lady (she—, ayy)
she don’t let n*ggas f*ck, n*ggas lazy (uh*huh)
she won’t even let me f*ck, ’cause i’m baby
sh*t, i’m good either way, ’cause i’m player
and she know i ain’t trippin’ on sh*t, got wounds in my back
been stabbed by the people that i loved
more than the people i call haters
i’ve been through that sh*t, it can’t phase me
i think i got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me
in traffic right now, i’m with her and, yeah, i got a gun
wherever i go, i’ma take it

[chorus]
all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars (yeah)
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (yeah)
n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars) ayy
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) ayy
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
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[verse 2]
all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars
catch me out trappin’ with a badass broad
catch me out trappin’ with a freak (yeah)
catch me out trappin’ with that heat (uh*huh)
catch me out trappin’ with a badass b*tch
that love gangsta sh*t way more than me (yeah)
hoppin’ out the car with her bad ass (uh)
never trust a smile, look at fat ass (go)
jonathan was always good with the numbers
weren’t worried ’bout nothin’, clap him out class
lookin’ at the n*ggas that i ran past (yeah, go)
sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas, i’m a d*mn ass (yeah, come on)
and i ain’t tryna change not a godd*mn thing ’bout me
for you, who used to kiss my d*mn ass
sittin’ at the grammys, yeah, i let my f*ckin’ pants sag
(they ain’t f*ckin’ with jonathan, n*gga)

[chorus]
(all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars) yeah
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) yeah
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars (ayy)
catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (ayy)
n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard
(all the bad b*tches love fast*ass cars) woah
(catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) woah
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard) woah
(n*ggas ain’t hard, but they act that hard)
[outro]
woah, yeah

- dababy lyrics

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