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lirik lagu lil hardy - dont start

[intro]
dee b got that heat
slime, let’s go

[chorus: lil hardy]
ho, don’t start your bullsh-t
me and lil trip on some bullsh-t
you be on your phone too much so i’m clutchin’ my tool, b-tch
your boyfriend callin’ like “ooh, sh-t”
you gon’ make me shoot sh-t
you said he a lame, don’t worry ’cause he not gon’ do sh-t
she wanna go on a trip with me (dee b got that heat)
i hop on a song, it’s a masterpiece
no guap, no feat’, you get it, capeesh?
we get him gone and his guts on the seat
free all my dawgs ’til they let me unleashed
when i get rich we gon’ have us a feast
f-ck all the cages, bro, i am a beast
whippin’ the [?], it’s a no lease

[verse 1: lil hardy]
can’t cuff a ho, she a bust down
f-ckin’ all night, bae, it’s just us now
i’m at the top, i can’t be touched now
you know what i wanna do when i touchdown
done run out of love and only got l-st now
yeah, we only f-ckin’ but you gotta hush now
i feel like you lyin’, you actin’ too sus’ now
girl, you chosen, girl you the one
hollow tip bullets, the f-ck is a one?
if i give you a chance, don’t cross
d-mn near lost me, next time we’ll be done
“wanna f-ck with you” in the back of my head, that thought would fade away to nothin’
i pour some syrup in my soda now my feelings feelin’ numb

[verse 2: luwop]
girl, you gon’ make me show some’
pull out the block and blow some’
i’m on the block with the chosen one
yeah, that’s lil hardy, my momma’s son
speak on his name, boy, you dumb or some’
i let the drac’ go dun-dun, dun-dun
scatter the game, boy, you dub or some’
i love my money in dozens, uh
your ho be on that bullsh-t
walked in this b-tch with a dual clip
i ain’t gotta say none’, she gon’ strip
if it’s hardy and wop then the beat got k!lled
why the h-ll you act like you don’t know this?
boy, you don’t bang that pro, b-tch
said that you over that pulpit
then prove somethin’, n-gga, yeah, show it (dee b got that heat)
i like my racks all blue
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, won’t call you
hardy went up so i had to evolve too
and i really come straight from the bottom
and these n-ggas want problems, we solve ’em
made the boy move out, you hoodlum
may go f-ck up a rack at the [?]
trip up with the fire, can’t stop him
that b-tch gon’ pop like a condom
we just walked in this b-tch with a drum
finna blow, shootin’ sh-t like osama
told that lil’ b-tch to follow my timeline
i cannot give you my number
my b-tch, she be trippin’ or some’
she just be bullsh-t, huh, yeah, yeah

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