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lirik lagu too hard - lil gabat

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[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, yeah, yeah
ayy, let’s go
ayy, let’s go
ayy, ayy
g~a~b~a~t, let’s go

[chorus]
diamonds they hittin’, they flashin’ like woah (skrrt)
i just pulled up and i’m ghost in the ghost (ghost)
shawty she freaky, she snortin’ that snow (slatt)
i got my racks and i’m lettin’ ‘em blow (brrt)
fifty on chain and it swing on my neck (ice)
too many bands, gotta run up a check (rack)
hop out the jet and i’m feelin’ like bless (woo)
countin’ that money, it come with the stress (count it)
balenci my kicks, and they cost me a lot (drip)
pourin’ up red in a big dirty pot (mud)
all of these shooters, they stay on my block (grah)
hit from the back and she tell me don’t stop (uh)
money keep fallin’ like rain in the club (rain)
she wanna ride it, she don’t need no love (ride)
i’m in that foreign, i push and i shove (skrrt)
too hard, lil’ boy, you ain’t built for this stuff (nah)
[verse]
hop out the lambo, hoe, my wrist on freeze (ice)
she in the penthouse, she down on her knees (slatt)
double the cup, now i’m movin’ with ease (mud)
play with the gang and you payin’ them fees (bang)
all of my brothers, they carry that heat (brrt)
run in your trap and we don’t gotta speak (nah)
i’m on the wave and you stuck in last week (woo)
foreigns in line like we runnin’ the street (skrrt)
fendi my jacket, got zippers in gold (drip)
i just went savage, i’m back in that mode (beast)
this b~tch too nasty, she might take my soul (d~mn)
hunnids and fifties, they never get old (rack)
i’m on that molly, b~tch, she on that perk (perk)
too many racks, now my pockets gon’ hurt (count it)
i made a play, then i put in that work (work)
came from the bottom, we came from the dirt (yeah)

[chorus]
diamonds they hittin’, they flashin’ like woah (skrrt)
i just pulled up and i’m ghost in the ghost (ghost)
shawty she freaky, she snortin’ that snow (slatt)
i got my racks and i’m lettin’ ‘em blow (brrt)
fifty on chain and it swing on my neck (ice)
too many bands, gotta run up a check (rack)
hop out the jet and i’m feelin’ like bless (woo)
countin’ that money, it come with the stress (count it)
balenci my kicks, and they cost me a lot (drip)
pourin’ up red in a big dirty pot (mud)
all of these shooters, they stay on my block (grah)
hit from the back and she tell me don’t stop (uh)
money keep fallin’ like rain in the club (rain)
she wanna ride it, she don’t need no love (ride)
i’m in that foreign, i push and i shove (skrrt)
too hard, lil’ boy, you ain’t built for this stuff (nah)


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