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Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Fuck Hardees Ay, Yeah fuck 'em Ay, Yeah fuck 'em Ay, Yeah
drinkin' codeine (drank it, drank it) And I got some M's I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees) And I got some water, you can't walk in these Turn
the fucking navy Serve a nigga at the hardees want the bag you gotta pay me Ran it up niggas hungry you dont get guap cause you lazy Niggas still plotting
Sold him 10 bags of exotic at Hardees's 50 racks stuffed in these jeans by Amiri 100 pounds inside the house and the curing I stack for the winter,
you're just another boring bi-sexual I met Andy Warhol at a really chic party Blow it out your hairdo 'cause you work at Hardees 80 pounds of make up
your hairdoo cause you really work at Hardees 80 pounds of make up on your art school skin 80 points of I.Q. located within Know what you are? You're
me, check your Safari I'm going Hardees, nobody ever shows you love your fucking Arby's You crypted, you're fucking Sprint bro this shit ridiculous
the Hardees My squad is flying high just like the Hardyz Welcome to the jungle Don't like all that mumble Carti took a tumble Kendrick man Im humble Beast mode
still wanna pull up with ferrari emblems Meat in her buns After gettin top Like like like Hardees cheddar Said Everytime i hit the piff i lift Everytime i
We see the Hardees, see McD's, KFC give me please Omg that's mac and cheese Everyone enjoying their meals I be scrolling on the Instagram just
Carl's Jr. & Hardees, She looking like Michael Jackson, iCarly Empathetic, but you know I ain't sorry Could be rapping bout a Benz or a Rarri But honestly
you never heard of Dick on Hardees, thicker than a thick burger Papi dick gonna choke me like a python When he play the right song I got on the tight
out fart me Spitting shit so sour like a smartie The only time that you number one is on The breakfast menu when you order Hardees Don't step to me
side, small town night life White walls rollin’ in the parking lot of the Hardees Down by the Rural King Yeah we go real slow through the drive thru Don’t
and bring light in, you my lil star seed This not no parsley, met the plug in the back of hardees She like to party, drinking cranberry bacardi She brought
ride like a harley Give her that good dick then take her to hardees we mia (ia) Lowkey yeah i stay out the way (the way) Just fuck me know cause i dont
star, call me Hardees, kick it like karate Niggas sweet like candy, blowing smoke out they Smarties It's Martape 2 It's Martape 2 Can we, Can we, Can we,
the backseat at the drive thru at Hardees My heart is racin' cuz we got a lot of oil stashed If we get busted man we gonna have to pay for that If it happened I
to while away Working at the lonely Hardees On the east side Taking smoke breaks in the parking lot And not just tobacco Pack my aging backpack to the brim
Carl's Jr. and Hardees She looking like Michael Jackson, iCarly Empathetic, but you know I ain't sorry Could be rapping bout a Benz or a Rarri But honestly
yatlebli Hardees? Khalik min el talefon Ya Habibi ma e’tefaqna ‘ala chetheee El wawi, wawi w banat el shawi Etha mu asli mabi Dishdashas and Ferraris
in front of the party We came in there fast Showed up on a harley Movin dope out of the corner of Hardees Cop blurped his light Now I know they
blidda is Saudi Bro got knocked for pushing iCarly Bro locked down but that boy getting ocky Sipping on wockiana not bacardi Eat at STK not Hardees Ya from
like Smarties I'm healed his stripes no Marty Inside I'm growing largely Like Chōji never hardly You see that's Himawari We stars ain't talking Hardees
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