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Hardest Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Lor Will
Length: 3:01
Written by: William Jennings




Lor Will - Hardest Out Lyrics




How could you lie
Told me you love me
Ain't more trust I'm addicted to money
And I'm wit the gang shoutout my dummy
We from bmore we straight out the dungeon
Hope that this rapping turn up into something
My mother been struggling trynna get me out
Praying up to god Imma make a route
Gotta get this cash ain't no f*ckin doubt

I come from the jungle so f*ck being humble I gotta go get it that's word to my uncle
Member them times we was stuck inna bubble
So I had to hustle to get up my muscle
I'm in the game not talking bout hudl
These nigga is lame they just trynna cuddle
Taking ya bitch get her wet like a puddle
Then kick her out the crib like moose wit da shovel

I want the Rollie the bigger face
Gotta move the fam to a big estate
And my og inna real estate
Prolly making more than you'll ever make
Do anything for bigger plate
I'm eating meals that you never ate
Just keep it real you cannot escape
Yeah you know what happens when you violate

You running ya mouth
Like what I'm bout
I am the hardest young nigga that's out
Without of a doubt
I want the money you hear for the clout
You here for the clout
I need me a mansion I say f*ck a house
You know what I'm bout
Let's keep it real let's keep it 150
None of y'all niggas going ever f*ck wit me
Told ya bitch I'm the biggest don nigga
Imma king you a pawn nigga
Hit the stage then I'm gone nigga
I just want all of these chains to be froze
I will do anything to complete goals
Grew from the bottom the dirt I was chose
Knew I would make it through hate I suppose
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How could you lie
Told me you love me
Ain't more trust I'm addicted to money
And I'm wit the gang shoutout my dummy
We from bmore we straight out the dungeon
Hope that this rapping turn up into something
My mother been struggling trynna get me out
Praying up to god Imma make a route
Gotta get this cash ain't no f*ckin doubt

I come from the jungle so f*ck being humble I gotta go get it that's word to my uncle
Member them times we was stuck inna bubble
So I had to hustle to get up my muscle
I'm in the game not talking bout hudl
These nigga is lame they just trynna cuddle
Taking ya bitch get her wet like a puddle
Then kick her out the crib like moose wit da shovel

I want the Rollie the bigger face
Gotta move the fam to a big estate
And my og inna real estate
Prolly making more than you'll ever make
Do anything for bigger plate
I'm eating meals that you never ate
Just keep it real you cannot escape
Yeah you know what happens when you violate

You running ya mouth
Like what I'm bout
I am the hardest young nigga that's out
Without of a doubt
I want the money you hear for the clout
You here for the clout
I need me a mansion I say f*ck a house
You know what I'm bout
Let's keep it real let's keep it 150
None of y'all niggas going ever f*ck wit me
Told ya bitch I'm the biggest don nigga
Imma king you a pawn nigga
Hit the stage then I'm gone nigga
I just want all of these chains to be froze
I will do anything to complete goals
Grew from the bottom the dirt I was chose
Knew I would make it through hate I suppose
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Writer: William Jennings
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