Hardwood Lyrics – CHRIST DILLINGER
Singer: CHRIST DILLINGER
Title: Hardwood
I just left the trap, and walked out with a lot a’ loot
All the straps up in the car, you try us – then you gotta shoot
Shawty gon’ lick on my dick like an ice cream cone
I got all this money in my pocket like a dimedone
n#gg#s, b#tches on my dick in the club right when I step in
Big belt gang you see my weapon
What he make in a week I be making in one day
These n#gg#s be broke, they be looking like
The fuse coming down like its Resident Evil
He run up on me he’ll get popped like a pencil
She suck on my dick, she be licking my pee hole
From Mexico, came with the
Hop in the benzo, these n#gg#s don’t need to know
Throw
I hit it fast and I know how to hit it slow
Hop out in the morning b#tch you know I gotta go
I’m in the
You a full fool n#gg#, I ain’t never heard of you
Ain’t saying no names, cuz these n#gg#s be telling stuff
n#gg# get shot in the face if he looking tough
Said he was pushing work, I see he pushing NOS
Run up on us in these days
b#tches on my dick
Hella b#tches on my dick
b#tches on my dick
Hella b#tches on my dick
b#tches on my dick
Hella b#tches on my dick
b#tches on my dick
Hella b#tches on my dick
b#tches on my dick
Hella b#tches on my dick
[Eddison
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pulled up – drippin [drippin
– sippin
Ooh, we got red and green beams like its Christmas
And shoot around so we can shoot around like we
Broke boys uh, ya’ll some broke boy b#tches
I’m a cup boy, all these big bands is delicious
I’m a dope boy, I’m the dopest boy in the kitchen
I got rocks in this sh#t, I got rock but I ain’t digging n#gg# oo
Bath salt boy, bath salt boy – gang gang
Pull up, he gon’ die at the hands of the cane cane
I’m still in the trap with the xans, n#gg#, gang gang
Talking real crazy till this choppa go bang bang
f#ck up on his b#tch, and I be f#cking on his main thing
p#ss# n#gg#s p#ss#, swear these p#ss# n#gg#s can’t hang
I put it in her p#ss# and she tell me that it feel good
Brand new draco, it came with some hardwood
Brand new b#tch and she look like a model
Shoot ’em in the face and make him turn into a fossil
Unless she on my and you know
On the internet you don’t know it could go there
Throw him in the river and I make his body float there
I am the goat lil b#tch and I don’t care
These n#gg#s broke I just pull up with the fleet
f#ck you p#ss# n#gg#s I’m a different breed
f#ck you p#ss# n#gg#s I’m
f#ck all your b#tches, put my dick up in their throats
f#ck you p#ss# n#gg#s I’m the goat
Pull up on your b#tch and put my dick up in her throat
f#ck up on your b#tch cuz she a ho
All these n#gg#s know that I’m the motherf#cking goat
Slide thru with this pole
Walk in this b#tch and I walk in real slow
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