paroles de chanson Hard Times - 42 Dugg

Yeah, I made it, this bitch somethin′
I'm finally in my bag (My, oh my God)
Now I stay in my bag, turn up (Helluva made the beat, baby)

A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin′ like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I'm the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin′ my nigga

Hard times don′t last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I′m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin' goin′ on
Don't hit me on the ′Gram, bitch, don't call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin′, we ain′t even

Still do this shit for Reese, still do this shit for Nell
Got five doin' thirty, another five doin′ L's
Who in my I can′t tell sometime?
They don't know it′s about the money, won't mail sometime
If I fail I try, like, "Why can't I move on?"
Still, I′m movin′ through the city, still I'm movin′ through the phone
Still, I'm missin′ my dog, they just gave him nineteen
They said, "We collect calls," they don't make ′em like me

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don't brag
I′m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back
Tell that bitch to fall back, I got somethin′ goin' on
Don′t hit me on the 'Gram, bitch, don′t call my phone
Got here on my own, just feel like I need it
Whoever owed me somethin', keep it pushin′, we ain't even

On the FaceTime with Skeeter, like, doggy keep it goin'
As long as you can move the gram nigga, I can move the orange
Still smilin′ in the mornin′ when that bag touch
Four hundred thousand cash, got it bustin' out the stash
Remember when we used to fuck them racks
Now all of my bitches bad
Still would give up my last just to see you one time
If you never make it back, doggy bone, I tried
Yeah, ... ask him what it′s gon' take
... forever ...

A lot of these niggas mad that I made it
Actin′ like they happy, deep down, I know they hatin'
I′m the one that took that bad bitch from being basic
She just crazy, my nigga, yeah, she playin' my nigga

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don′t brag
I′m like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back

Hard times don't last
I did that shit for ten hoes, bitch, so don′t brag
I'm like fifty thousand, even, dressed in all bags
Call me mister get that head and never call back