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Go Hard Everyday

Wiz Khalifa (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)

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"Go Hard Everyday." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. HoodRich Pablo Juan)

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 10:03 pm

Album: Khaotic

Track No: 08

What?
Big-ass garage lookin' like Six Flags
Y'all know how I'm comin'
Chrome boxers and Rick pants
Pedal to metal, I'm doin' the dash
Get it first, then spend it last
Fifteen years, belt to ass
Put her on stream, make her ex-**** crash
I got cars with switches
'Bout to throw a party, fill my yard with bitches
Work hard, play hard
Good brain, think smart
Lil' waist, cake large (Damn, little shawty built like a horse)
We just fuckin', what you think I need to know your name for?
Hugh Hefner shit, I really should've ran Playboy
Lame **** hate us
Bad bitches, A plus
Ten countries, eight months
Don't sleep, stay up
Not the same one, Rollies, not the same one
You got a Ferrari, but my keys not the same ones
I got my top down when I blaze one
She want the real one, not the fake one
Early mornin' rollin', wake and bake somethin'
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
I just hit one and now I got a newborn on the way
I gotta stunt hard, ****, go hard every day
Pablo Juan
We work and we play hard
Ass out, make you stay hard
I hit it out the park, A-Rod
I get it if they got my face card
From the projects to a five-car garage
No more walkin', I got too many cars
Got out of prison and got a ménage
I'm wantin' it like it's a massage
Investin' my money in stocks and the bonds
Fuck gettin' even, I go against the odds
I wake up, get fresh like everyday job
I don't wear a vest, my trust in Allah
You already fed or you never tried
Coutin' the money, it's gettin' me high
I can't trust nobody
She a demon, suck the soul out me
She play with balls like a Globetrotter
Me and Wiz in the lowrider
Kickin' shit, we be toe poppin'
Just know that I'm keepin' it solid
No limit, I'm P, I'm 'bout it
I'm in LA, I'm smokin' Biscotti
My weed, bitches and cars exotic
Not the same one, Rollies, not the same one
You got a Ferrari, but my keys not the same ones
I got my top down when I blaze one
She want the real one, not the fake one
Early mornin' rollin', wake and bake somethin'
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
Ain't savin' no bitches, no cape on
I just hit one and now I got a newborn on the way
I gotta stunt hard, ****, go hard every day
Ayo, man, I need y'all **** to get up right now, we 'bout to go fuck these **** up, man
You want me to help you right now?
Yeah, man, Wiz and all them Taylor Gang ****, dog
Well, Wiz wasn't there, but
Khalifa?
Yeah
**** tried to play me, bro, y'all coming with me, come on, let's go
I can't
Nah, y'all coming with me right now 'cause all I did was ask this ****—
But, but why would Wiz—
It don't even matter, bro, come on
But how the fuck you get into it with Wiz?
Y'all **** ain't coming?
Nah, ****, hell nah, I'm not coming with you, what the fuck you mean?
Man, I don't give a fuck about—
Nah, he be with hella ****, bro, them ****—
I don't care 'bout none of that
Them **** is super cool, bro, all they do is chill, smoke weed
You ain't coming with me?
No
Aight, well, I'ma go by my motherfuckin' self
'Cause that **** just played the shit out of me, dog, and I can't—
Y'all **** crazy, man, y'all **** ain't gon' help me?

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz & Sterling Pennix.

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