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2 The Hard Way
Lil Baby & Marlo
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Gambling in the hallway Shootouts in broad day But I gotta make it home tonight With my dog if he wrong or right This that foul play This that two the hard way This that two the hard way This that two the hard way Get a lot of money, ****** a lot of *******, Serve a lot of ******s When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla I take care my ******s down the road man, I ******' miss 'em A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star ****** The ninth ward god The young ****** gon' shake some' for them boys Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard Tryna stay above the odds She said in green girl in board, yeah yeah Them youngins ain't gon' play about the kid, nah for real I know if I send the word they gon' kill off the rip They know they catch up big, Lil Baby I keep it real I'm tellin' you how it is, ****** how you feel I was in the trenches with three grams of blow Soon as I get off this, I'm goin' to buy some more Lose it all gambling and be dead broke All I had was hope, now we gettin' them loads Get a lot of money, ****** a lot of *******, Serve a lot of ******s When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla I take care my ******s down the road man, I ******' miss 'em A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star ****** The ninth ward god The young ****** gon' shake some' for them boys Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard Tryna stay above the odds She said in green girl in board, yeah yeah Push your lighter bun, get your wig split Shoot and don't miss, A hundred racks will get your whole fam hit Do it for my ******s down the road, They got some long beef For the fact that they ain't never comin' home, Be on that ****** *******t Green Dots and J-Pay and PayPal, they gotta eat I'm a young OG man, *******t I get it every week Ten toes on my feet, I won't fold If I never sell a record or a song In the trap I went gold Get a lot of money, ****** a lot of *******, Serve a lot of ******s When the pack in we get a lot of scrilla I take care my ******s down the road man, I ******' miss 'em A star with a pistol, that make me a shooting star ****** The ninth ward god The young ****** gon' shake some' for them boys Them youngins ain't gon' play about that boy Swing that stick like a guitar, all I know is going hard Tryna stay above the odds She said in green girl in board, yeah yeah
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