Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard 2 Kill, artist - OG Boobie BlackDate of issue: 06.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard 2 Kill |
| hard to kill |
| Real nigga, bread with him made him hard to kill |
| Kiss a bitch, who the fuck you arguing with? |
| This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with |
| Daughter with, daughter with |
| Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip |
| go to jail |
| These the same hands I gotta count the money with |
| Stupid bitch, recognise you can’t fuck with this |
| OG Boobie Black, always on that gangsta shit |
| Kiss a bitch, that shit played out and over with |
| She suck a lot of dick, it’s like she in the porn flicks |
| Fuck that other nigga cause he with that ho shit |
| Better come up with my money fore I send a hit |
| I love my dawgs, you a bitch so I don’t love you |
| To keep it real, I might holler when I wanna fuck you |
| hard to kill |
| Real nigga, bread with him made him hard to kill |
| Kiss a bitch, who the fuck you arguing with? |
| This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with |
| Daughter with, daughter with |
| Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip |
| go to jail |
| These the same hands I gotta count the money with |
| Still from crumbs, blunt steel in my lungs |
| Bout to lunch, used to be bummy, President Gates running the country |
| Giving out orders without me speaking |
| Fuck got something in common with Usher |
| Say you gon do it, end of disscussion |
| I ain’t gon talk |
| OK it’s done |
| That’s 12 bricks for the fam |
| No big boy like Fam |
| back against the |
| selling dope |
| Tryna get off the boat |
| So let it float, let a nigga know |
| hard to kill |
| Real nigga, bread with him made him hard to kill |
| Kiss a bitch, who the fuck you? |
| This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with |
| Daughter with, daughter with |
| Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip |
| go to jail |
| These the same hands I gotta count the money with |
| You must ain’t got droptop, no ceeling |
| in the motherfuckin trentches |
| She got friends, big titties |
| I got a super bad bitch, catch my |
| She from out Detroit, but I call her Miley Sosa |
| I’m a real nigga, bitch and I keep a big pistol |
| Not a gang banger, I’m a gangsta |
| Praise to god, protected by the angels |
| Want that G shit, I can make a nigga |
| hard to kill |
| Real nigga, bread with him made him hard to kill |
| Kiss a bitch, who the fuck you arguing with? |
| This the same mouth I gotta kiss my daughter with |
| Daughter with, daughter with |
| Straight drive, I do not believe in water whip |
| go to jail |
| These the same hands I gotta count the money with |