DEAD HARDY b*tch lyrics

by

BOY FROOT


[Chorus]
Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin’ up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit
Yeah boy froots bout to get it lit

Wearin dead hardy b*tch
Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin’ up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit
Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

[Verse - 1]
I got them black ripped jeans with them white rhinstones
Smokin thraxx, watchu mean b*tch?
I always f*ckin' glow
No never call my phone
Way to busy getting stoned
I'm so damn pretty dead hardy on my clothes
All black like a crow goth gas one blow
b*tch I never f*ckin' pass any sh*t that I smoke
b*tch I never f*ckin' pass any sh*t that I smoke
b*tch
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh my God
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
b*tch I'm turnin' up in the back of the motherf*ckin’ club
Flexin’ all these racks and I take all these drugs
Never trust a hoe no I don't give a f*ck
Dead hardy clothes with a purp in my cup b*tch

[Chorus]
Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin’ up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit
Yeah boy froots bout to get it lit
Wearin dead hardy b*tch

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin’ up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit

Dead hardy b*tch, dead hardy b*tch turnin' up this party
Boy Froots boutta get it lit
Boy Froots boutta get it lit
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