Hook:
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I'mma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
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Suffer then the regular hoe
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I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
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And when you hit the ground I'll know.
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You know that .. cuts to three ..
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Tie em up, stuck em in the trunk,
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Put this key 'cause from me,
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Let's get this shrug, it's cooking coke on the easy up in trunk,
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Bumping easy .. smoking on my weed in public,
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Head it to the f*cking pullin' up my weed you s*ck it,
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Ain't talking lunch and when I say I'm bout my cruising nothing,
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You took it thugging, right she'll be clupping,
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You like this like it's enough the party till you see niggas running
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.. it's big pop slumbed in, and niggas ain't .. but nothing,
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You know that hard talk is just bluffing,
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Destined and disgusted and new niggas is not trusted,
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If it's money I'ma touch you ball over I was something,
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Petrifying the p**sy I ain't worried 'bout nothing,
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I keep my .. by my stomach and I'm blunted,
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.. brand nigga, none of you p**sy wanted uh.
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Did all the shit, man on my own,
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Look at my .. my bitch long,
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Wish a nigga would say he put me on
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It didn't work, tears in the game going strong,
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And up in this shit it's like O2,
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Look at my bullshit I've been through
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Niggas say f*ck me, f*ck em too,
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Nigga I don't give a f*ck of none of them dudes,
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I'mma hustla, get your hustla
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These rap bands is my customers,
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Am I trap jump, am I trap jump, am I trap jump I'm like double up.
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These blow niggas is crazy, these DJ's ..
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I'ma made me, you ain't made me,
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Want mirror so you gotta pay me,
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Go shrider, nigga jack the credit,
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Yes man, all I spit is 91-11
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Lot apologize in the game,
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A nigga like me in apology,
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Niggas say that they real, nigga they .. the shit pathetic,
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I call it like I see it, like I'm 20-20
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And I tell you to your face, you niggas p**sy.
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2 x Hook:
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I'mma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
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Suffer then the regular hoe
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I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
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And when you hit the ground I'll know.
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Come on, but Roccet you're rapping, you know when that rocket we're killing
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Yeah, my niggas is just dressing in black is my niggas is feeling,
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Yeah, we slame the coco by the polo,
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Still riding in my polo, we go preaching like we no more.
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Bitch, We got the pistols and you know we shoot that,
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'cause all my niggas just like Nikey, all we do is do it,
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Uh, we have your bitch for a nighter,
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And that's your bitch so don't you, we don't even like her,
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Look, I'm bout my paper, your mully, your baby mamas a groupie,
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My nigga snatch all your cookies, 'cause all you niggas is p**sy
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'cause their daddy was p**sy, all my niggas like pots,
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So nigga don't even push me, I'm on the ground for this chatter,
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You surrounded my chatter, then still nigga was mean,
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Used to flash my parade, a big shout out to my team,
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And all of my passes, we real coast nigga, shout out to real nigga Ca$hi we on it.
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You ain't got no paper left
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Better get your paper right
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I don't go to sleep nigger
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I don't even say good night
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Get it day and night
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I'm slinging like I'm weighing right?
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Stay and fight bust the douglas
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Slay a mic hustlers lovers
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Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me
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To other suckers
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It's all gravy motherfuckers
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Cause I smother fuckers
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speak the language of the streets
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When I'm banging beats
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When Jeezy used to hang with Meech
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Rocking more shine
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Winning bankers winning rich
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They no stop like I'm getting close line
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Like I'm hanging sheets
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Slow the house
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Nickel Joey I ain't hour
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How a crook get a symbol by the higher power
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The power in my coup,
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I'm the Eiffel Tower
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And my host has got more toasts
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Than a bridal shower
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Hear the pain in my voice
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When I hear the ray pitch
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I was born in a ditch
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But Imma die rich.
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Talk to the hit, here come off print, watch what you're sayin?
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Money chaser, paper chaser, many chaser
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She don't case catch up,
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On the ' try my homicide,
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Every verse don't face your death oh
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'. I'm on my watch, left post can knock ..
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I piss on California shit on the south,
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Back to the gooder, past of my shooter,
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Take your free benz and ..
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This a match and what I do ..
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Hook:
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I'mma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
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Suffer then the regular hoe
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I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
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And when you hit the ground I'll know.
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Imma Hustla (Remix)
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| Ca$his |
