Hardaway (Remix) [feat. Derez Deshon]
(Derez De'Shon) Yeah
(I got dreams of livin' lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic)
(I got dreams of livin' lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic) Yeah
(Bad bitches, bad habits) Yeah
We got London on da Track
Look I don't know why they hate on me
I took the hardaway
Now all these rappers is my sonz
And it is Father's Day
Remember I ain't have no wheels
I had to thumb my way
Feel like I'm chillin in Tampa
When yo bitch call me bae
Anyway I'm the don
Rollie piece on my arm
In a meeting with Diddy
Sean Puffy Combs
These-These-These niggas reallly be talkin
These-These-These niggas really be tellin
Go to jail on a hunnid dollar charge
These-These-These niggas ain't really ain't bailin
Sw-Sw-Swear that they got this
Sw-Sw-Swear got they got that
The only thing I swear that I got
Is talent, and that's a well known fact
I struggled to get where I'm at
I did it without using a gat
But if you disrespect me
We gone rewind this back kyuh digg
See I'm all about a penny
Like I'm Hardaway
I cried when my auntie died
It took my heart away
Life about memories
Fuck a pic cause they fade away
Everyday I birth a wanna be
Call it Labor Day (Veeh)
I ain't asked nan' nigga for nothin', I took the harder way (way)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my nigga that's gone, Thug Holiday
Hardaway, young Penny Hardaway
(I got dreams of livin' lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic)
(I got dreams of livin' lavish, in the kitchen whippin' magic) Yeah
(Bad bitches, bad habits) Yeah
We got London on da Track
Look I don't know why they hate on me
I took the hardaway
Now all these rappers is my sonz
And it is Father's Day
Remember I ain't have no wheels
I had to thumb my way
Feel like I'm chillin in Tampa
When yo bitch call me bae
Anyway I'm the don
Rollie piece on my arm
In a meeting with Diddy
Sean Puffy Combs
These-These-These niggas reallly be talkin
These-These-These niggas really be tellin
Go to jail on a hunnid dollar charge
These-These-These niggas ain't really ain't bailin
Sw-Sw-Swear that they got this
Sw-Sw-Swear got they got that
The only thing I swear that I got
Is talent, and that's a well known fact
I struggled to get where I'm at
I did it without using a gat
But if you disrespect me
We gone rewind this back kyuh digg
See I'm all about a penny
Like I'm Hardaway
I cried when my auntie died
It took my heart away
Life about memories
Fuck a pic cause they fade away
Everyday I birth a wanna be
Call it Labor Day (Veeh)
I ain't asked nan' nigga for nothin', I took the harder way (way)
12 pulled me over, caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my nigga that's gone, Thug Holiday
Hardaway, young Penny Hardaway
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Vincent Nathaniel Summers
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