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  • Текст песни Hardo - NO LABEL

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    (Big Stoney) (Stevi killed the beat)
    (It's The Rula)

    It's Trap Illustrated, baby
    Don't need no labels behind this shit
    Everybody in my clique least got
    A hundred bands way
    Before we even touched down in this bitch
    I'ma keep it real
    Only reason your ho not cheatin' 'cause I
    Ain't got time for the bitch
    I'ma keep it real, you niggas
    Is really not creepin', online
    Just lyin' 'bout shit

    Baby, I don't need a loan, shirt say VLONE
    Still in the kitchen with the crack
    No t-bone still in the middle of the
    Trap with three phones
    Right now cost six grand for three zones
    Fuck a new chain, 'bout to buy me a house
    Bust on her hair, pull it out of her mouth
    Shе brought two straps, mine at the house
    GIP nash, niggas quiеter than a mouse
    Bought two MACs, let me hold one of the twins
    Took a ho out, now I'm puttin' it in
    Found out she broke, I ain't touch her again
    Sayin' it's smoke, let it blow in the wind
    I made bands with all my plugs
    Then I went and made some bands with Wiz
    Left the dope game, water under a bridge
    I used to sell cocaine since a kid
    Baby, I'm a real dope boy
    Big racks fill my void
    We got these bitch niggas 'noid
    I got them sticks, nigga, boys
    G's don't make no noise
    I got your main ho moist
    Bitch, I'm the wave, no Boyce
    Jumped in the gang, no choice
    I'm at The Flame, Rolls Royce
    Wearin' my chains a choice
    I ain't have shit to rejoice
    You can hear the pain in my voice
    I got this shit out the jar
    Linx thought this shit was from Mars
    I pull the strings on guitars
    They'd rather see me in bars
    Blue heads on me, no march
    Sat at the table with starch
    Baggin' up red and blue stars
    Drum went and bought a new car
    Don't try air somethin' out
    Chopper gon' clear somethin' out
    Too late to hear niggas out
    Too late to spare niggas now (Trap)

    It's Trap Illustrated, baby
    Don't need no labels behind this shit
    Everybody in my clique least got
    A hundred bands way
    Before we even touched down in this bitch
    I'ma keep it real
    Only reason your ho not cheatin' 'cause I
    Ain't got time for the bitch
    I'ma keep it real, you niggas
    Is really not creepin', online
    Just lyin' 'bout shit

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