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Go Hard (I.VII.I.IX. remix)

Hey, bitch!

What's up?

You know I'd really like to do that

But I don't have any fucking money

Like, I don't have any fucking moneyHey, bitch

Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?

Go in the crib

Steal your stepfather's credit card

And take the car

Do circles in the parking lot

Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la

La la la la la la la la la la

We on that la la la la la la la la la laHey, bitch!

I see you working at the mall

At Forever 21, selling tanks and shawls

You wanna quit your job?

You need a place to go?

Girl, run your own show

But don't be on some ho shit

Bounce with something cute on

I kiss into a fog zone

I be really off

And searching for some water though

What it do, let it go

And go hard

Let me see you do it

Go hard, like real hardHey, bitch

Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?

Go in the crib

Steal your stepfather's credit card

And take the car

Do circles in the parking lot

Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la

La la la la la la la la la la

We on that la la la la la la la la la laGirl, you need that new

Bottles on chill, I got that gold chain flu

Little lady on my side, show me how you ride out

Be a good one and I'll take you to my hideout

Pretty little bitch

Dripping like some water though

I be on that straw

And coming for that lo-lo

What I did

Let her go

She's back now

She went real hard until she threw her back outHey, bitch

Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?

Go in the crib

Steal your stepfather's credit card

And take the car

Do circles in the parking lot

Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la

La la la la la la la la la la

We on that la la la la la la la la la laSilly girl

Take your jacket off

Get on the floor

Go hard, go hard

G-go hard, go hard, go hard

Damn

Do do do do do it like, do it like, do it like

Let me see you go hard, go hard, go hard

G-go hard, go hardHey, bitch

Do you really, really, really wanna go hard?

Go in the crib

Steal your stepfather's credit card

And take the car

Do circles in the parking lot

Scream at the top of our lungs like la la la

La la la la la la la la la la

We on that a la la la la la la la la la

Songwriters

Kouame, Jean Baptiste / Buendia, Ryan / Friedrich, Moritz / Ridha, Alexander / McHenry, Michael Ojike / Zolot, Natassia / Jeberg, JonasPublished by

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