Yungeen Ace, King Von - Hardaway lyrics
Yungeen Ace [Keyanta Tyrone Bullard] Jacksonville, Florida/East Chicago, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yungeen Ace, King Von - Hardaway lyrics]
Nah, nah, nah
I'm a street nigga not a lover
Don't fuck under covers
Gotta fuck you with a rubber
We don't share locations I don't trust you
I make her mad she tell me don't touch her
Cause she fell in love, we was just fucking
I hear some noise and I get to clutching
And she got a man but I be like fuck him
She be like Von you better not touch him
But she was blushing she know I slumped him
Don't like her cousin he with that opp shit
I ran his pockets she know I'm toxic
I got the key to her heart like a locket
I put that cheese on his head man he knocking
Ain't no boxer I ain't doing no boxing
Don't start me up I ain't doing no stopping
But shawty a baddie
Pussy good got me feeling like an addict
Finna pull up baby send the addie
If there's an opp this shit here tragic
I'm a gangster and she know
Keep my gun everywhere I go
This path I'm going up a bumpy road
Is my bitch gon' stay? Well I don't know
Real street nigga but I'm hard like Hardaway
I don't want that hoe she can't bring nothing to the plate
Hard for me to love I threw my heart away
Baby I'm filled with pain just heal my scars away
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Fuck that
How you cool with the guys? I don't trust that
You around ain't around that's suspect
If they bust at me nigga I'ma bust back
Police coming I still won't cuff that
Tap my name and I still don't trust that
Fuck her friends and she still gon' come back
Chiraq drilla noise I run that
Baby momma where my son at?
Von don't miss that's just a fun fact
Hookah man be where my lungs at
I don't trust her where my gun at?
If I leave I might not come back
If he run I make 'em run back
I go deep I make her come back
She be asking where my cum at?
I left it all in her stomach
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
I'm a street nigga not a lover
Don't fuck under covers
Gotta fuck you with a rubber
We don't share locations I don't trust you
I make her mad she tell me don't touch her
Cause she fell in love, we was just fucking
I hear some noise and I get to clutching
And she got a man but I be like fuck him
She be like Von you better not touch him
But she was blushing she know I slumped him
Don't like her cousin he with that opp shit
I ran his pockets she know I'm toxic
I got the key to her heart like a locket
I put that cheese on his head man he knocking
Ain't no boxer I ain't doing no boxing
Don't start me up I ain't doing no stopping
But shawty a baddie
Pussy good got me feeling like an addict
Finna pull up baby send the addie
If there's an opp this shit here tragic
I'm a gangster and she know
Keep my gun everywhere I go
This path I'm going up a bumpy road
Is my bitch gon' stay? Well I don't know
Real street nigga but I'm hard like Hardaway
I don't want that hoe she can't bring nothing to the plate
Hard for me to love I threw my heart away
Baby I'm filled with pain just heal my scars away
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Fuck that
How you cool with the guys? I don't trust that
You around ain't around that's suspect
If they bust at me nigga I'ma bust back
Police coming I still won't cuff that
Tap my name and I still don't trust that
Fuck her friends and she still gon' come back
Chiraq drilla noise I run that
Baby momma where my son at?
Von don't miss that's just a fun fact
Hookah man be where my lungs at
I don't trust her where my gun at?
If I leave I might not come back
If he run I make 'em run back
I go deep I make her come back
She be asking where my cum at?
I left it all in her stomach
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs
Baby I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug
They ain't giving hugs
They shooting slugs