Your, S-B (holiday season, nigga)
I think it's my time
Your know why? My tears have dried
And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators
Young money

If your could your would get rid of me
Fuck your gone do when a bitch try to go hard
But I won't let your get to me (to me)
Your should already figure I'ma go hard
If your was as real as me
Your would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the choke hold on now
They screamin', Nicki leave me alone!
I am, I'm still the one to beat
Ain't in a rush from these streets I am the streets
I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go, go, go, go hard

Carter called, let me get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man man down)
Hit them on a walkie-talkie
Hit them, hit them knock-knock, tell them let me in
My name ring bells bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbian
Hit them wit the mac, hit them wit the tech 9
Hit them wit the ruger by the intersex sine
Hit them wit a tommy so my niggas call me pammy
And I always the jammy in the trunk or in the lamby
Put my whole borough on my back and I'm gooda
I don't wanna hear what your would, what your coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up
Used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' la reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' president carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
Fuck I look like jumpin' on a chicken dinner
Your can hate me, but why knock my hustle
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffel
I'm a bad bitch no muzzle (no muzzle)
Bitches is softer than al dante, cut from a different kinte
Tell them I'm the ninja Weezy is my sensei
So I call him splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my niggas 7-up in castaki
This is for my niggas wheeling them kawasakis
Shout out to the back east salt fish eggs
Kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me) (oh)

If your could your would get rid of me
Fuck your gone do when a bitch try to go hard
But I won't let your get to me (to me)
Your should already figure I'ma go hard
If your was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the choke hold on now
They screamin', Nicki leave me alone!
I am, I will I gots the win
I am still looking around for my competition
I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go, go, go, go hard

From slap-and-cry your start to die, so I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water
Better yet, like bubba, know shrimp
But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip
And I don't say shit put the gun on my hip
So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip
If your don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm that nasty son of a bitches
I still got that bitch cum on my lips
It yeah ain't got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't come on my strip
I wear that metal, no Olympic
But I can still make your tumble and flip
Your fuckin' with me if your fuckin' wit Nick
They ain't fuckin' with me ,they ain't fuckin' with Nick
Your girlfriend and she just split
'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick
They wonder if he be fuckin' Nick, as long as she be fuckin' rich
That's why I keep my luggage 'cause, I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip
Young money dungeon, bitches, my swagger is just punchin' bitches
And I shoot like I'm from over-seas, so call my gun, Gunovich
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for a bunch of shit
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country bitch

Yeah
Holiday season

Wish your could get rid of young money
Fuck your gone do when a bitch try to go hard
But I won't let your get to me (to me)
Your should already figure I'ma go hard
If your was as real as me
Your would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the choke hold on now
They screamin', Nicki leave me alone!
I am, I will I gots the win
I am still looking around for my competition
I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go, go, go, go hard


Lyrics submitted by Keykeykinszx3

Go Hard Lyrics as written by Andrew Harr Dwayne Carter

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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    General Commentthis is around the time wen she lost herself she changed she telling u wat happened song by song but this one tells it all i listened to dis one about a 100 times shes trying to be different shes listening to her haters how they told her she just like everyone else wen she was just being her so she changed
    PrettyLenaKhalifaon October 02, 2011   Link

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