Ca$his - Imma Hustla - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

01.05.2012

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[Hook: Ca$his] I'mma hustler, find me where it's raking in dough And you a buster, softer than the regular ho I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the iron you know And when you hit the ground I'mma growl [Verse 1: Ca$his] You know that, uppercuts to repercussion for suckers bluffing Tie him up, stuff him in the trunk, with the speakers bumping My speech is rugged, it's cooking coke on the easy oven Drunk, bumping easy does it, smoking on my weed in public Attitude is fuck it, pullin' out my dick you suck it I ain't talking lunch and when I say I'm bout my dreams and millions And we thuggin' while you be clubbin' Your life is like an afterparty till you see niggas running Killas big as big pop slumbed in, and niggas ain't retaliating but nothing And all that hard talk was just bluffing Destined and disgusted and new niggas is not trusted If it's money I'mma touch it, ball over it was something Niggas live frontin', but I'mma die stunin' Petrifying the pussy I ain't worried 'bout nothing I keep my gun up by my stomach and I'm blunted Bitches bogus, brand nigga None of you pussy niggas want it uh [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] Did all the shit, man on my own Look at my resume, that bitch long Wish a nigga would say he put me on (It didn't work), tears in the game going strong And I've in this shit since like '02 Look at my bullshit I've been through Niggas say fuck me, fuck 'em too Nigga I don't give a fuck of none of them dudes I'mma hustla, get your hustla These rap bands is my customers And my trap jump, and my trap jump, and my trap jumping like double dutch These blow niggas is crazy, these DJ's fugaysie I'ma made man, you ain't made me Want meals son, you gotta pay me Ghost rider, nigga check the credit Gas man, all I spit is 91-11 Lot apologizing in the game A nigga like me in apologetic Niggas say that they real, nigga they fake as fuck and this shit pathetic I call it like I see it, like I'm 20-20 And I tell you to your face, nigga you niggas pussy [Hook] X2 [Verse 3: Roccett] Come on, but Roccett you're rapping, you know when that rocket be killing Yeah, my niggas is just dressing in black is my niggas is feeling Yeah, we slang the coke up by the polo Still riding in my polo, we go preaching like we no more Bitch, We got the pistols and you know we shoot at Cause all my niggas just like Nikey, all we do is do it Uh, we have your bitch for a nighter And that's your bitch so don't trip, we don't even like her Look, I'm 'bout my paper, your mully, your baby mamas a groupie My nigga snatch all your cookies, cause all you niggas is pussy Cause their daddy's was pussy, all my niggas like Pac So nigga don't even push me, I'm on the ground for this cheddar You surrounded by cheddar, this little nigga was mean Used to flash my barret ta, a big shout out to my team And all of my bastards, a real coast nigga Shout out to real nigga Ca$his we on it [Verse 4: Crooked I] If... you ain't got no paper left Better get your paper right I don't go to sleep, nigger I don't even say good night Get it day and night I'm slinging like I'm weighing white Stay and fight buster Douglas Slay a mic, hustlers love us Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me to other suckers It's all gravy motherfucker cause I smother fuckers Speak the language of the streets when I'm banging beats I was slanging pieces back when Jeezy used to hang with Meech Rocking more shine on the jackas Winning bankers winning rich They nose dive, getting close lined, like I'm hanging sheets Slaughterhouse, Nickel, Joey, Crooked I, and Yaowa How a group get a symbol by the higher power Rifle power in my coup, I'm the Eiffel Tower And my host has got more toasters than a bridal shower Hear the pain in my voice when they hit the right pitch I was born in a ditch but Imma die rich [Verse 5: Goldie Gold] Talk to the hit, here come off print, watch what you're sayin Money chaser, paper chaser, many chaser She don't case catch up On the ' try my homicide Every verse don't face your death oh '. I'm on my watch, left post can knock .. I piss on California shit on the south Back to the gooder, past of my shooter Take your free benz and .. Just imagine what I'd do with you daughter .. [Hook]
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