Hard Body Songtext

Hard Body Motherfucker Got The Heart Of A Killer 

Young God In The Building ‘Bout To Start A Religion 

‘Bout To Call Bin Laden Up And Order Some missiles 

Bring ‘Em Straight To Your Block And Go To War With You Bitches 

If you Hit The Head Then The Rest Fall In Position 

Shoot A Nigga On The Porch And Make Him Fall In The Kitchen 

Copped A Big Boy Porsche With All The Specifics 

And I Keep The Torche Baby Call Me Olympics 

Red White Blue Pills Flip My Skills Like Gyminst 

And Never Give A Bitch Money Blood Kidneys 

When The Gun Goes Pow I Be At The Finish 

With A Medal round My Neck Autograph On My Tennis 

The Land Of The Murder Dope Crack And Surenges 

Pull Up On You In The Coupe How Fat Is Your Engine 

Never Talk To Those That Sat On The Benches No 

I Was In The Game On 4th And Inches 

These Niggas Want The Business 

I’m gonna Give These Boys The Business 

See you Fucking With The Boy That Tow Toys Before Christmas 

Got All These Hoes Tripping 

Got All These Hoes Stripping 

No We Ain’t Psc But Them Bitches Know We Tipping 

I Just Bought A Pint And Ain’t No one Of You all Sipping 

Make My Friends Buy They Own Shit I’m Tired Of Being Friendly 

You Ain’t Gotta Lie Just To Try To Be With Me 

Got Bitches Up In Heaven Waiting At The God To Be With Me 

I’m Crazy For Being Wayne Or Is Wayne Just Crazy? 

I Been Around I’m Still Around Like Them Geico Cavemen 

Hairpin Trigger No I Won’t Shave It 

I Spot Hip-Hop In The Ocean I’m Gonna Save It 

The South Is So Dirty Bitch you Can Bath It 

Hollygrove Dawg And I Feel Like Mating 

Babygirl Your Pussy Looking So Vacant 

And It’s Fuck You And Fuck Georgia Bush Not Making 

Fuck Waste Deep I’m In Over My Head 

But It’s Cool I’m gonna Make It I’m Good Like Meagan 

Your Girl Want Me To Come Ron Like Reagan 

Your Boyfriend Is Softer Than A Carton Of Eggs And 

I Don’t Fear Nothing But God And Weddings 

At The Top Of My Paper Like I’m Starting A Heading 

My Homie Santana Yeah that’s My Ace 

But You May Know Us As I Can’t Feel My Face

They Don’t Know Where I Came From But They Know Where I’m Going 

And I’m gonna Tell Just How The Top Feels When I’m On 

In The Game I’m No Cheetah I’m a Tiger I’m a Cougar I’m A Panther I’m a Bengal 

Ocho Cinco 

I’m Illy Shirt Softer Than Gillie 

In A Pair Of Gucci Flops Feeling freer Than Willie 

When them Niggas Left Eye It Got A Little Bit Chilli 

But I Just Let It Burn Like The End Of A Philly

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