mafia - hardrock lyrics
[intro]
man stop f*cking playing with me boy
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
[chorus]
you got it, you got it, i got it, i got it
i pull up with choppers, i’m smoking exotic
these thotties out here got so many d*mn bodies
man i love the feeling, it’s out of the body
you know who i am, you know i ain’t missing
i told you about this sh*t but you couldn’t listen
i ain’t come to listen to none of that b*tching
i came up to do some business and some business
i came up to count these riches and get riches
i’m f*cking your n*gga b*tches and your b*tches
spinning the block like a godd*mn vision
leave everybody cold leavе a n*gga freezing
f*cked the b*tch, now she part of my collеction
youngin’ came up off of swiping, finessing
yes i pull up with h*lla lethal weapons
yes i pull up and shoot, it ain’t no question
watch out before your lil’ ass get peter*rolled
tts mafia, we got bankrolls
labels calling out, worried for my soul
h*ll nah, you know a n*gga won’t go
[verse]
yeah, [?] i just took in a week
yeah, i make her heart skip a lil’ beat
yeah, i will not accept no defeat
yeah, you might just miss it if you blink
a million dollars what i see
tryna’ get it before 19
told my bro to stop sipping that lean
he see me blowing up in his dreams
had to [?] chopping up these beans
most of the time talking sh*t, what you mean?
pop a x, popping x i’m a teen
n*gga wanna be on top tier team
f*ck the n*gga, f*ck what he gotta’ say
i’ma do what i do either way
i’ma go get the racks either way
tell the n*gga better get out my way
[chorus]
you got it, you got it, i got it, i got it
i pull up with choppers, i’m smoking exotic
these thotties out here got so many d*mn bodies
man i love the feeling, it’s out of the body
you know who i am, you know i ain’t missing
i told you about this sh*t but you couldn’t listen
i ain’t come to listen to none of that b*tching
i came up to do some business and some business
i came up to count these riches and get riches
i’m f*cking your n*gga b*tches and your b*tches
spinning the block like a godd*mn vision
leave everybody cold leave a n*gga freezing
f*cked the b*tch, now she part of my collection
youngin’ came up off of swiping, finessing
yes i pull up with h*lla lethal weapons
yes i pull up and shoot, it ain’t no question
watch out before your lil’ ass get peter*rolled
tts mafia, we got bankrolls
labels calling out, worried for my soul
h*ll nah, you know a n*gga won’t go
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