Go Hard (La.La.La)

Album: Somethin' Bout Kreay (2012)
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  • Hey, bitch!
    What's up?
    You know I'd really like to do that
    But I don't have any fucking money
    Like, I don't have any fucking money

    Hey, bitch
    Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
    Go in the crib
    Steal your stepfather's credit card
    And take the car
    Do circles in the parking lot
    Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la
    We on that la la la la la la la la la la

    Hey, bitch!
    I see you working at the mall
    At Forever 21, selling tanks and shawls
    You wanna quit your job?
    You need a place to go?
    Girl, run your own show
    But don't be on some ho shit
    Bounce with something cute on
    I kiss into a fog zone
    I be really off
    And searching for some water though
    What it do, let it go
    And go hard
    Let me see you do it
    Go hard, like real hard

    Hey, bitch
    Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
    Go in the crib
    Steal your stepfather's credit card
    And take the car
    Do circles in the parking lot
    Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la
    We on that la la la la la la la la la la

    Girl, you need that new
    Bottles on chill, I got that gold chain flu
    Little lady on my side, show me how you ride out
    Be a good one and I'll take you to my hideout
    Pretty little bitch
    Dripping like some water though
    I be on that straw
    And coming for that lo-lo
    What I did
    Let her go
    She's back now
    She went real hard until she threw her back out

    Hey, bitch
    Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
    Go in the crib
    Steal your stepfather's credit card
    And take the car
    Do circles in the parking lot
    Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la
    We on that la la la la la la la la la la

    Silly girl
    Take your jacket off
    Get on the floor
    Go hard, go hard
    G-go hard, go hard, go hard
    Damn
    Do do do do do it like, do it like, do it like
    Let me see you go hard, go hard, go hard
    G-go hard, go hard

    Hey, bitch
    Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?
    Go in the crib
    Steal your stepfather's credit card
    And take the car
    Do circles in the parking lot
    Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la
    La la la la la la la la la la
    We on that a la la la la la la la la la Writer/s: ALEX FAHD RIDHA, JEAN BAPTISTE KOUAME, JEAN PAUL LOUIS BAPTISTE, JONAS JEBERG, MICHAEL MCHENRY, MORITZ FRIEDRICH, NATASSIA GAIL ZOLOT, RYAN BUENDIA
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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