Songtext zu 'Hard Away (feat. King Von)' von Yungeen Ace

Uh, nah, nah, Von (Beezo need cash only, you dig?)

I'm a street nigga, not a lover, uh
Don't fuck undercover (uh-huh)
Gotta fuck you with a rubber (uh-huh)
We don't share location, don't trust you (nah, nah)
I make her mad, she tell me don't touch her (don't touch her)
She fell in love, we was just fucking (damn)
I heard some noises and I get to clutching (damn)
And she got a man but I be like: Fuck him (boom, boom)
She be like: Von, you better not touch him (what?)
But she was blushing, she know I slumped him (yeah)

Don't like her cousin (nah), he with that opp shit (what?)
I run his pockets, she know I'm toxic (boom, boom, boom)
I got the key to her heart like a locket (uh-huh)
I put that cheese on his head, man, he nauseous (uh-huh)
Ain't no boxing, ain't doing no boxing
Don't start me up, ain't doing no stopping, yeah
But shawty a baddie
Pussy good, got me feeling like a addict (uh-huh)
Finna pull up, baby, send the addy (gang)
This opp pulled this shit, he a tragedy (boom)
I'm a gangsta and she know
Keep my gun everywhere I go
This path I'm going a bumpy road
Is my bitch gon' stay? Well, I don't know
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Real street nigga but I'm hard like Hardaway (harder way)
I don't want that ho if she can't bring nothing to the plate (to the Plate)
Hard for me to love, I threw my heart away (threw my heart away, it's hard)
Baby, I'm filled with pain, just heal my scars away (damn, damn, damn)

Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug (no)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs, ooh-whoa (boom, boom)

Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug (no)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs, ooh-whoa (boom, boom, boom)

Fuck that, how you cool with the guys? Don't trust that (I don't trust that)
You around, I ain't around, that's suspect (that's suspect)
If they bust at me, nigga, I'ma bust back (boom, boom)
Police coming, I still won't cuff that (boom, boom)
Tatt my name and I still don't trust that (nah, nah)
Fuck her friend, she still gon' come back (nah, nah)
Chiraq, Drillanois, I run that

Baby momma, where my son at? (what?)
Von don't miss, that's just a fallback (boom, boom)
Tooka man be where my lungs at
I don't trust her, where my gun at? (nah, nah)
If I leave, I might not come back (damn)
If he run, I make him run back (boom, boom)
I go deep, I make her come back
She be asking where my cum at (what?)
I left it all in her stomach, damn

Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug (no)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs, ooh-whoa (boom, boom)

Baby, I'm from the trenches where there's no love
It ain't no love for a thug (no)
They ain't giving hugs, they showing slugs, ooh-whoa (boom, boom, boom)