Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Hardest Nigga Out, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Song language: English
The Hardest Nigga Out |
| P! |
| Ha ha ha |
| Uh yeah, P beat up the beat bastard |
| Beats from my heat and sleep deep in your green pasture |
| Mean rapper fuck is you lookin at |
| Fuck a autograph nigga, Ruck is a crooked cat |
| Uhh, look at that who you think them pants from? |
| Uhh, look at that who you get that dance from? |
| Psh, I don’t dance for niggaz |
| I take trips for the shit and advance on niggaz |
| This is anti-bitch boy, whack niggaz fall back |
| This is the verse that niggaz could never call whack |
| The illest nigga in Nebraska, I’m Method Man |
| Clown nigga, yellow leather, weapon fam |
| And I smoke a lot too |
| Come from black church with polka dots troop |
| Ha ha y’all get it later |
| P Body the great but it get greater |
| Fuck with me! |
| Yo, listen |
| Uh, slap when the sket blow |
| Bum-ass nigga, no snaps on the petrol |
| I’m a Mastercard pa you just a Metro |
| Straight train fare, I’m not believin your chain here |
| Coke blow, nose blow nigga to reindeer |
| On my grind, sometimes I be rockin I be rockin |
| Steady your home, big sket weapon is chrome |
| No slot, +6 Minutes+ Doug E. Fresh on the phone |
| Listen, death be quick, gat be nimble |
| You strapped but you whack as you sat wit’cha back to the window |
| I’m child gun fat rap gat to your temple |
| Stay in your lane lame plain and simple (yes) |
| I dedicate this to the eighty-fivers |
| Wholeheartedly hand stage divin Mercedes drives |
| Who, I will pop you black |
| The big hand you science you writin is that Yacub rap |
| See you in hell! |