harder lyrics – yo gotti

harder
(feat. rick ross)

[verse 1:]
ok the beat go hard but i go harder
i can die a drug dealer but i’m smarter
pair of forgiato rims i could of brought a charger
but dem b*tches make the lambo look a little more harder
king of my city north memphis we’re like holla
blood gang crips too we gon eat regardless
see me on the news yeah i beat em charges
all they do is runnin gunnin and a dodgin
blood shed my n*gg*s in the fed my n*gg* gucci die
i can’t let nuthin slide
ridgecrest where i resign ridgecrest what i provide
young n*gg* with them choppas ’cause i know they gonna ride
f*ck if i die today i went to church i pay my tax
i leave my son a couple million dollars so i did alright
hard ain’t no n*gg* in this streets that built like me sold bricks like me
mexico took trips like me
texaco ain’t nothin but gas if i was u n*gg* down my past
i break bread so no f*ck me n*gg* i’m a real n*gg* and i was built to last

[hook:]
hard hard i’m hard hard hard i’m hard
hard hard i’m hard
in the kitchen i whip it harder
top drop ridin harder
hard hard i’m hard hard hard i’m hard
in the kitchen i whip it harder
real n*gg* i live harder
hard hard i’m hard

[verse 2:]
the streets go hard but i go harder
i know what didn’t meant mo money mo f*ckin problems
i know young money like i’m dwayne carter
remember my life a real n*gg* if i die tomorrow
i’m harder met a b*tch in the mazda
put the b*tch in the range rover
cause she suck d*ck till tomorrow
head 4 24 hours 24 brick or powder
24s on my platnmium neek 50k on the chandelier
nozzle like a castle b*tch white like alaska
got instrumentals sold all white on my mercedes sh*t nasa
pulled off in that ‘rari took off like i’m nasa
n*gg* playin dem games with me she’ll f*ck you if you answer
she smarter better get she harder better yet you p*ssy
then why them b*tches charge ya

[hook]

[verse 3: rick ross]
strip moneys strip moneys got on my wall
i’m going so hard i know i got more than dough
got the beamer the bentley triple-black mercedes-benz
got me 5 mill in cash time to get it again
from reebok to surrock came a long way from the blocks
baby girl i don’t wed cause sh*t i’ve driven it rocks
licking shots that you p*ss*es my stock fresh shot through the roof
as i shoot for the stars i’m shootin buying a coup
i know i won’t live forever but stocking up like i will
i know you n*gg*s ain’t real but i f*ck you like u is
48 laws 36 hoes 57 nets all black tip-toein
26 inch rims chrome mac 11 doing right so hard but i pray i get to heaven

[hook]

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