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Hardly
26.938
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hardly adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak RBC Records tarafından 2 Eylül 2017 tarihinde yayınlandıThe W
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AlbümThe W
Çıkış Tarihi2 Eylül 2017
FirmaRBC Records
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM74

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Composer

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[Verse 1]
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl, you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
My eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
[Verse 2]
To my fallen soldiers, know they restin' up
They know everyday that I'm blessed as fuck
Carbon fire hydrant, he'll wet you up
You lackin' no cheetahs, we'll catch you up
You know I get that cheese, ****, parmesan
Dinner is ready, ****, come get some
Ain't no one-on-ones, ****, one is one
Don't make me lace up and play run and gun
I'm in these streets, I'm walkin' like
I'm in this foreign, I roll a bike
My hair not down, I run it up
Only thing I can give is zero fucks
[Verse 3]
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl, you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
My eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
[Verse 4]
Feelin' hardly in them hundred car seats
Treat a tour bus like a fuckin' RV
Pardon we, we finna crash a party
Made a Benjamin, Picasso, it's a fuckin' art piece
Take the gang, hit the road
What we live by is a code
I'm on an ocean, I rode the bus
There's certain shit I can't discuss
My dawgs slow, it loves licks
Go send your shots, it's nun' but bricks
I'm too authentic, you counterfeit
Choppers start glitchin' when it's tampered with
Smoked gelato, a pound of it
Two bitches, sandwich it
16 lines of the Tech, Fanta it
Peep the finish line and rental it
I fucked so many crazy hoes, I'm out my mind
And you can smack me if I was lyin'
I peep who with me, I peep who lyin'
Who tryna' stop me, I said who tryin'
[Verse 5]
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl, you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
My eyes red, my cash blue
45 black, my tattoos
Take 50 racks to Barney's
I love these bitches, hardly
Written by: Keith Cozart
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