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点击复制Hard in Da Paint - Meek Mill
Composer：Meek Mill
Ay Rug
See these n**gas already know what it is with me
Did no I go hard in the paint
Hard
We ain't got to talk about that
Hahha
Philly in this b**ch heard that
Rollie on my wrist brighter than my future is
Shorty standing there a** fatter than Rasputia is
I play for the dream team hang out with the coolest kids
Watch out for my Louie belt
'Cause that's right where my Ruger is
I go hard in the muthaf**kin' paint n**ga
Leave you stankin' n**ga what
The f**k you thinkin' n**ga
Five presidents on that presidential Lincoln n**ga
Gold presidential out the window middle finger n**ga
F**k 'em all f**k 'em that's how I feel
How I feel
Sh*tting on these n**gas without a deal
Without a deal
My money right right I'm super strapped strapped
Talking all that hammer sh*t where your toolie at
Where your toolie
Ask around the town town we be doing that
Yeah
All that white and sour diesel we be moving that
That's word to my thirty six O's
I'm still the same n**ga with the thirty six flow
In thirty days I'm trying to f**k thirty rich hoes
I'll still be spitting that
Flamerz like thirty six stoves woah
North side 'til the death of me definitely
Camero with the black stripe referee preferably
I be feeling myself and I ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you
Can tell by how they molested me
Haaa
She gon' suck my dick she gon' suck it too
She gon' f**k omelly and she gon' f**k the crew
Now she f**k with me she don't f**k with you
And that's crazy dawg you know that was your f**king boo
Haaaa
That's the reason why you hating
Let the streets say what they want because I'm caking
Shout out to all of the n**gas that
Thought that I wouldn't make it
They the fakest ones hating while I was in the basement
Were get in a
Where I'm from getting money be the object
I get mine putting fire to the pyrex
F**k a diss track I bring it to you direct
I kill you then the witness die next
44 bulldog is a 5x
You never progress if you only side bet
I'm trying to kill two birds with one stone
I just grabbed two birds but one gone
I supply it well that's my clientele
I fire shells if any one of my clients tell
Tell tell tell
They say is a long line to hell
But I'm a either get
Rich or I'm a die in jail
Until then I'm only trying to gain revenue
Razor blade in a plate full of residue
96 Impala is heaven blue
Being broke like you is what I'll never do
Purple juice and them Xans got me sleep walking
She say n**gas like me she don't see often
And I don't care if he shot I just keep sparking
I make n**gas throw towels and make peace offerings
I got two baby mommas and we don't speak often
I just give them bank rolls and tell them keep walking
I just show a b**ch money I don't keep talking
Then she slob on my knob like she retarded
Sour D 4 grams stuffed in the Dutch
Fifty grand rubber band tucked in the cut
Two b**ches four hands touching my nuts
Then I give them long dick touching their gut
If money is the topic I get it like floyd
I be O G moving grams of the
If I don't know n**gas my hand on toy
'Cause I'm a f**king shooter Brandon Roy
My n**ga cass got the bent I need the 550
Only blow good smoke the L's 550
You not a real connect if you can't supply fifty
My cousin nas get half 'cause he'll die with me
O B H be the set and we gon' get ours'
A couple n**gas got shot trying to take ours
I was in the crack house with eight vowels
You was like eminem off of eight mile
In your shitty house writing rap songs
I use to run in n**gas house with the mac on
I guess you only need one mic like Nas
I'll take a full pound in a white pie
Glock 30 compact that's the right size
That is were on the stove watch the white rise
I'm talking brick sales get your order up
I dry cook mine I don't like it watered up up
If you should a back us setting food a clor enough
That gun as more a clip
Hang right for enough