Ciara - Hard In Da Paint Remix lyrics

Wocka Flocka (Verse 1) I go hard in the mufkin paint n***a leave you stankin n***a what the fuk u thankin n***a I wont die for this sh** or wat the f** i say (Brick squad) Front yard broad day with da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow) See Gucci, thats my mufkin n***a I hang in the dale wit dem hit squad k**ers waka flaka flame one hood a** n***a Ridin real slow bendin corners my n***a (Chorus) Gotta main b**h (and) Gotta mistress (what else?) a couple girlfriends, Im so hood rich keep my dick hard and keep me smokin(*coughing*) you'll get bills free shawty no jkin Ey wat i stand for? Flocka! (Brick squad) Ima die for this shawty man i swear to god In the trap with some k**ers and some hood n***as (Wa**up?) Where u at? where ur trap? u aint hood n***a keep this sh** 300, put that sh** on my hood Crips f**in with me, G's n the vice lords (Brrrreett) Eses in the meeko freestyle off the dome Brick squad Waka Flocka flame its f**in on! Ciara (Verse 2) I go hard, I go hard in the A boy Dont play boy, optim on the way boy first name multi platnum last name triple threat seven years in the game and i aint even finished yet bringing princes from the A and aint nobody blockin that this is for my girls who be pop pop popping that waka flocka thats my mufkin partna shoot game sick, so sick call the doctor Still rock gucci and i roll with gucci camera stay rolling you would think im in the movies long legs daisy dukes, get em georgia peaches out Thickest corn bread, yeah thats how we do it in the south I use to be the one with the cookie jar now these goodies taste better wen they in ya (ow) Just ask about me yeah my name ring penny bells eastside, westside in the ATL I know ive been away for to long yeah i got my sh** brighten, now its on (its ciara hoe) I go hard, I go hard in the A boy Dont play boy, optim on the way boy I go hard, I go hard in the A boy Dont play boy, optim on the way boy