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Hard To Knock Video (MV)




Performed By: Anthony 1999
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Anthony Mills
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Anthony 1999 - Hard To Knock Lyrics
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I am a loose top, ready to pop, got in the club with the Glock (aye)
She giving me top because she know I'ma pop (aye)
They making it hot, but it ain't hard to drop (aye)
But it ain't hard to drop, I know it's hard to knock
R.I.P Fade and Rolla (R.I.P Fade and Rolla)
Shaking the room like soda, ain't no room in the Wraith, scoot over
Stay on the go like a motor, play with a bad bitch, controller
I am a savage, it's over
I swear to god I got colder
As a nigga got older
Nigga been raising his quota
Racing a Ferrari and a Rover
I got a big FN on my shoulder
Bend over
This bitch is a goer
My pockets swoller
Nigga this real life shit, don't cap in my raps, I'm not a troller
Back in the day you knew who was my bitch if she had a poster
Now I'm breaking the walls, she like, "you cuffing me?", I'm like, "naw"
Shakin' a bitch off, nigga I'm diving in water raw (yes)
We not getting along, cause I just hit Nia Long
Hop on a plane, I'm so far gone (hold on)
Linking up with bro's, obviously linking up with the hoes
Back in the city it's so cold
It's okay, Moncler for the coat
It's okay, got a whole lotta dough
Do what I want and take care of the folks
I got a gun for the trolls
Back in the day she, leave a note
Back in the day I, hit and ghost
Looking for a parking space for the Ghost
So many bags full of clothes
Putting on the swag, get a hoe
Plus I got a bag, hit the goal
Got a heater on me like toast
I'ma pick a thot, get her gone, never could get too close, bitch might try and break my home
I am a loose top, ready to pop, got in the club with the Glock (aye)
She giving me top because she know I'ma pop (aye)
They making it hot, but it ain't hard to drop (aye)
But it ain't hard to drop, I know it's hard to knock
R.I.P Fade and Rolla (R.I.P Fade and Rolla)
Shaking the room like soda, ain't no room in the Wraith, scoot over
Stay on the go like a motor, play with a bad bitch, controller
I am a savage, it's over
I swear to god I got colder
As a nigga got older
Nigga been raising his quota
Racing a Ferrari and a Rover
I got a big FN on my shoulder
Bend over
This bitch is a goer
My pockets swoller
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English

I am a loose top, ready to pop, got in the club with the Glock (aye)
She giving me top because she know I'ma pop (aye)
They making it hot, but it ain't hard to drop (aye)
But it ain't hard to drop, I know it's hard to knock
R.I.P Fade and Rolla (R.I.P Fade and Rolla)
Shaking the room like soda, ain't no room in the Wraith, scoot over
Stay on the go like a motor, play with a bad bitch, controller
I am a savage, it's over
I swear to god I got colder
As a nigga got older
Nigga been raising his quota
Racing a Ferrari and a Rover
I got a big FN on my shoulder
Bend over
This bitch is a goer
My pockets swoller
Nigga this real life shit, don't cap in my raps, I'm not a troller
Back in the day you knew who was my bitch if she had a poster
Now I'm breaking the walls, she like, "you cuffing me?", I'm like, "naw"
Shakin' a bitch off, nigga I'm diving in water raw (yes)
We not getting along, cause I just hit Nia Long
Hop on a plane, I'm so far gone (hold on)
Linking up with bro's, obviously linking up with the hoes
Back in the city it's so cold
It's okay, Moncler for the coat
It's okay, got a whole lotta dough
Do what I want and take care of the folks
I got a gun for the trolls
Back in the day she, leave a note
Back in the day I, hit and ghost
Looking for a parking space for the Ghost
So many bags full of clothes
Putting on the swag, get a hoe
Plus I got a bag, hit the goal
Got a heater on me like toast
I'ma pick a thot, get her gone, never could get too close, bitch might try and break my home
I am a loose top, ready to pop, got in the club with the Glock (aye)
She giving me top because she know I'ma pop (aye)
They making it hot, but it ain't hard to drop (aye)
But it ain't hard to drop, I know it's hard to knock
R.I.P Fade and Rolla (R.I.P Fade and Rolla)
Shaking the room like soda, ain't no room in the Wraith, scoot over
Stay on the go like a motor, play with a bad bitch, controller
I am a savage, it's over
I swear to god I got colder
As a nigga got older
Nigga been raising his quota
Racing a Ferrari and a Rover
I got a big FN on my shoulder
Bend over
This bitch is a goer
My pockets swoller
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Writer: Anthony Mills
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