Lyrics

Tyga – Hard For You Lyrics

(Verse 1)
You know it’s only good pu**y that I’m used to
Now this good d**k only thing you used to
Anything less couldn’t hear her with a bluetooth
Laced up, tongue out, stunting, acting brand new
They ain’t even know you was stepping in Giuseppe too
37 spare bright jeans bout 12 jewels
Posing like a mannequin, bag, matching manicure
Two ill shawites in the van, she heaven sent
Ever since you was little had a silver spoon
How they make it hard for you shoulda made a song for you
And the world is your stage, turn on the lights for you
Lighting up one in the crowd I be rooting for you
If it don’t go well, well I’m still rooting for you
Lean on me if you need help, I’m a tutor to you
Put me in the sail, hit a ni**a when you ready to
Better when its late night Imma just drop through

(Chorus)
I know its hard for you
Do it too well, I don’t wanna see you fail
They just try and make it hard for you
I know its hard for you
Even though you a star to ‘em
Everybody need love just pick up the phone and imma come through
And make it hard for you

(Verse 2)
And you know the summer’s mine, f**k with a winner
Had to show you sh*t they ain’t really wanna show you
Imma put you on game, run game on these other bi**hes
Told her never show no love for a bi**h ni**a
Keep it all business if you f**king with em
Never let your guard down even when the stars round
Get a lover baby if you in it for the long haul
If you pacing I can show your ass how to last long
I don’t wanna see you up in every video
Every year all star cities I go
If there’s money to be made I can understand
But don’t f**k up your brand for a grand, you understand?
Somewhere in Miami getting all tan
With a flock of all tens, talking bout who they f**king
Ducks swim together baby just remember that
You got too much potential to lose so get rid of that

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Spendin’ all your time on the internet
Checking up your wish list, things that you wanna get
Make a ni**a pay for it, they ain’t gotta wait for it
They just wanna fly you out, maybe bring a friend for em
I can tell you over that, been through hell and back
F**king with the wrong one, you ain’t try to double back
Time to find some love for that, lay up and cuddle that
In the club getting on, rather chill in bubble bath
And i know i ain’t saying much
But you gotta learn to give trust
Even when it’s no trust, you gotta find some
Being young on your own it’s like the world against ya
I can bet I could preach that
Appreciate what I do for that
It’s more what I came from if you cater back
Lemme guide you, get inside you, style you
Is what I’m getting at

(Repeat Chorus)

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