Artist/Band:
Rihanna
Lyrics for Song: Hard
Lyrics for Album: Rated R [2009]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (A yeah, yeah, yeah)
A yeah, yeah, yeah (A yeah, yeah, yeahhh)
Oh yeah (oh yeah), oh yeah (oh yeah), oh yeah, (oh yeah) yeahhh (yeahh)
Oh yeah (oh yeah), oh yeah (oh yeah), oh yeah, (oh yeah) yeahhh (yeahh)
They can say whateva
I'ma do whateva
No pain is foreva
Yup, ya know this
Tougher than a lion
Aint no need in tryin'
I live where the sky ends
Yup, ya know this
Never lyin', truth tella
That Rihanna rain just won't let up
All black on, black top shades
Black top Mayyybach
I'ma rock this shit like fashion hasn't
goin' til they sayyy stop
And my, runway never looked so clear
With the hottest bitch heels right here
No fear, and while you are getting your cry on
I'm getting my fly on
Sincere, I see you aimin' at my pedestal
I betta let ya know
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah
That Rihanna rain just won't let up
A yeah, yeah, yeah
That Rihanna rain just won't let up
A yeah, yeah, yeah
That Rihanna rain just won't let up
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
All up on it
Know you want to clone it
Aint like me
That chick too phony
Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony
Meet me at the top (top, top)
It's gettin' lonely
Who think they test me now
Run through yo town
I'll shut it down
Brilliant, resilient
Fan mail from 27 million
And I want it all
It's gonna take more than that
hope that ain't all you got
I need it all
The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes
I can't just let you run up on me like that
All on me like that, yeahhh
I see you aimin' at my pedastal
So I think I gotta let ya know
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
Go hard or go home
Back to your residence
Soon the red doors get a block back to the presidents
I used to run my old block like Obama did
You don't gotta believe me, go ask my momma then
Couldn't even come in my room
Smell like a kilo
Look like me and two of my boys playin' casino
Cali's all I keep in my bag in California
Tell them to give me back my swag
They try to clone me
You see my Louis chucks, Louis bag, Louis frames, Louis belt
What that make me
Louis mane
I'm in the all white party wearin' all black
With my new black watch called the heart attack
Cardiac arrest, cardiac wrist
Yeah, they say they're hard
They aint hard as this
Hard!
One word describes me
And if I wasn't doin' this
You know where I be, too hard
Where them girls talkin' trash
Where them girls talkin' trash
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where them bloggers girls at
Where them bloggers girls at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
Where ya lighters at, where ya lighters at
Where they at, where they at, where they at
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
That I, I, I, I'm so hard
A yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard
So hard, so hard, so hard, so hard
That I, I, I
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