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AZ
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The Hardest (New Verses)
作词:Justin Combs, Anthony Cruz, P Mitchell, David Styles
Yeah, it's the ghost SP The G-O-D AZ SP, it's the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah, hardest
Yeah, it's the hardest out I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route Up north they talk about me when the yard is out Can't come through the hood On the mountain bike, when cars is out
It's the G-H-O-S-T go in I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M, Phantom Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow Trying to watching beat street and wild style
Get the feeling back Whateva happen to realer rap Ask my man where the tequila at I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap
And you ain't got a prize under Word to the hoodie that my eyes under Word to the hand that the gloves over It's all hate when the loves over
Talk straight when thug sober But keep it quiet, just shush When you see me blowing kush on the push
Trying to get large dough Ghost Sosa and Large Pro Why you think I got on my cargos?
To put mad stacks in it I burn your house with the plaques in it And then I'm spraying the mac in it
Your DJ is wack, burn his house with the wax in it Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it But regardless whatever your bars is I don't give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest nigga
I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable to sin Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin I'm G-H-O-S-T
I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down Find me if you looking for trouble 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Send a hundred niggas I'm a bust a thousand rounds
The streets is mine The east just fine We drop jewels in our verbal We reach the blind
We badu with the earth food Delete the swine Nine two how we murk you it's reaper time No riffing
Death is near the checks is cleared 'Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares 'Bout to bar niggas flows 'cause they rep ain't there
They style is trash The more cash, the less I care I'm colder, real vulgar Kill bill with the blue steel in the holster Come no closer
Got the game in a choka blunt smoker Pretty hair cunt stroker it's Brooklyn baby Motherfuckers thought bush was crazy kill'em all My marriage to the streets was annulled, I'm a ball
From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar Broads even look much better I put pleasure And stitch in every word, I'm the sickest eva heard If you can't get me richer, I'm a kick you to the curb
Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve While the block still rock twenty g's by the third That's my word
I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T y'all don't wanna see AZ At any given minute nigga liable to flip You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain't the one
I'm SOS that's me Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free Same young nigga that'll torch your face Suite up and come support at your wake motherfucker
Yeah, it's the ghost SP The G-O-D AZ SP, it's the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah, hardest
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