JEFF HARDY Lyrics

Crowd Control

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh

Huh

Huh, huh

Brand new Balenci' (Balenciaga)

All black shades

Don't be crying today

When you get whacked with that blatt

I'm with mob and we ready to mob

Nigga say slatt, slatt, slatt (Slatt)

I pull out the Kel-tec, Kel-tec, them niggas back, back, back

And we ain't keep shit quiet (Haha)

Nah

Mob, nigga

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CC!

Bags full of 50's nigga

Bags full of spinach

All I rock is all black fashion

In New York and different cities

I walk outside and I'm smashing nigga

Smashing to that penny

Got this beat from LuvAndre and you know I'm spitting wicked

Hitting this bih with a fake ass body

From the back she look like Nicki!

In a Impala with my niggas, yeah you know we smoking that sticky

Can't go back to none of that shit

Can't go back to none of that shit

I'm off the drink with one of my brothers

Yeah we tripping, we crashed that whip

Yeah we tripping, we crashed that whip

Yeah we tripping, we crashed that whip

I got fur inside my coat, but it's the summer

I don't give a shit

Lame ass nigga get hit with that blick

Rollin' off X, rollin' off molly

That's what she do, not my party

Real rockstar just like Jeff

Real rockstar just like Jeff

Real rockstar just like Jeff Hardy

I walk in I flex a new coat

You not real, you a foo-foo artist

Two different languages, tryna see who the famous bitch

I'm keeping it real for all brothers, I can't change on them

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Brand new Balenci'

All black shades (Yea, yea)

Don't be crying today

When you get whacked with that blatt

I'm with mob and we ready to mob

Nigga say slatt, slatt, slatt (Slatt)

I pull out the Kel-tec, Kel-tec, them niggas back, back, back

(Crowd Control)