3 The Hardway Songtext
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featuring Smoke DZA and Styles P
(Verse)
Nigga you looking the cause is so sens e
Sips on deck, ricks on deck and Rose
The young Jet, the OG spend on smooth,
With these niggas pay for the whole key,
Lil key a high key, drop piano on your head if you try me.
A young ruddy flying the Maserati,
Or the fleed with grow hand for the best look.
(Verse)
Nigga you looking the cause is so sens e
Sips on deck, ricks on deck and Rose
The young Jet, the OG spend on smooth,
With these niggas pay for the whole key,
Lil key a high key, drop piano on your head if you try me.
A young ruddy flying the Maserati,
Or the fleed with grow hand for the best look.
The world move faster than Russel west would
Kevin Duran on the dub stand,
My niggas pied hands, but we the most end
I ain't the swag champ I'm the little chimp,
Come and light it up with the smoke chap,
The block jet, like we know both camps,
I get it in then I get it out,
Pitchin money to me I ain't hit it out.
I started smoking heavy 'cause times was getting harder
Stop brother Josen, left me a revolver,
Welcome to my city land, none the less fortune,
Green what apartments, AKA the carter.
Uh, when they don't throw spot they throw crosses,
Last name's Boldin, AKA I'm ballin'
Us against the world fuck them niggas with your problem,
So suck a free, suck a niggas pics stortion,
Hold I don't fit it I held packs in my pocket,
Linked up with diesel got a plug on that sower,
Hooked up with styles now I'm good than them Junkers, Good in any hood I don't need no co-sign em.
My girl on that molly, me, I'm on that chronic,
Tray first in deep block, real niggas mobin.
Best sound by the hammer in this bitch, got a body
Went from nobody it's been a roll model, au.
Hit my nigga roll with the dower
I been that nigga since niggas the Eddy Bower
A couple days I ran through a quarter pound
And now I'm rolling up some Harlem Shake, no power
Smelling stinch it away the whole crowd up,
Smoke us club climbing found up,
Run around hallum on some may up, shit,
Nigga problem with the EA spit,
On the block he do the grave your shift,
Stay on it like clock work, we don't prologue, we pop first,
Put em on like he pop purps,
Shout out to my dogs, three way cause from behind the wall,
My long homie's strap like they go on the wall,
Like fucking mystery go going and let me out in the morning,
Coming out with packs like crack the dawn,
Say you profit nigga save the stone, keep hustling.
Kevin Duran on the dub stand,
My niggas pied hands, but we the most end
I ain't the swag champ I'm the little chimp,
Come and light it up with the smoke chap,
The block jet, like we know both camps,
I get it in then I get it out,
Pitchin money to me I ain't hit it out.
I started smoking heavy 'cause times was getting harder
Stop brother Josen, left me a revolver,
Welcome to my city land, none the less fortune,
Green what apartments, AKA the carter.
Uh, when they don't throw spot they throw crosses,
Last name's Boldin, AKA I'm ballin'
Us against the world fuck them niggas with your problem,
So suck a free, suck a niggas pics stortion,
Hold I don't fit it I held packs in my pocket,
Linked up with diesel got a plug on that sower,
Hooked up with styles now I'm good than them Junkers, Good in any hood I don't need no co-sign em.
My girl on that molly, me, I'm on that chronic,
Tray first in deep block, real niggas mobin.
Best sound by the hammer in this bitch, got a body
Went from nobody it's been a roll model, au.
Hit my nigga roll with the dower
I been that nigga since niggas the Eddy Bower
A couple days I ran through a quarter pound
And now I'm rolling up some Harlem Shake, no power
Smelling stinch it away the whole crowd up,
Smoke us club climbing found up,
Run around hallum on some may up, shit,
Nigga problem with the EA spit,
On the block he do the grave your shift,
Stay on it like clock work, we don't prologue, we pop first,
Put em on like he pop purps,
Shout out to my dogs, three way cause from behind the wall,
My long homie's strap like they go on the wall,
Like fucking mystery go going and let me out in the morning,
Coming out with packs like crack the dawn,
Say you profit nigga save the stone, keep hustling.
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