Trina - Go Hard lyrics

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Go hard and go home

go hard and go home

go hard and go home

go hard and go home

What your weed like, what your beg like,

what your heals like, what your ice like,

what your bread like, what your car like,

what your crib like, what your life like.

I'm in the club with a thousand dollar we gone

got a ass that a nigga wanna feel on

p**sy lips that you wanna pop pill on,

two steppin with my red bottle heels on,

ladies in the streets but I hore in the bed,

tricks with the hair, make me spare more bread,

little voice get treated like sex toys,

f*ck em in his mouth yeah he run and tell his home boys,

but if the money long he can put the rubber on,

racks city bitch, racks city hoe.

Maserati no rims do this for..coming.

Go hard and go home

go hard and go home

go hard and go home

go hard and go home

What your weed like, what your beg like,

what your heals like, what your ice like,

what your bread like, what your car like,

what your crib like, what your life like.