Omelly - Hustle - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Hook] I hustle, I hustle, I hustle Everything I got, I got from the muscle I hustle, I hustle, I hustle And when the bands come in you don't know who the fuck to give trust to I hustle, I hustle, I hustle Do it for the real brick layers that's five percenters when they come through I hustle, I hustle, I hustle And if I can't get money with you fuck nigga it's fuck you [Verse 1] Niggas broke and they mad, I'll never go broke nigga I throw the coke in the bag, I got to take care of my folks nigga Catch me sliding on a four wheeler In my hood I'm known as a dope dealer Whole team get paper no joke nigga Fuck around my niggas get smoked nigga These niggas is mad that I just started rapping, I'm getting these shows and they not This rap shit is popping my trap shit is popping I'm still throwing O's in the pot Whipping the shit 'til it lock, my pockets is sitting on knots These niggas be hating these bitches be waiting I'm just gon' call it a night You know I move all of the white, me and you nothing alike I pop on this perc and I swig on this lean, damn I done dirtied my sprite Cooking them bricks and popping them pistols now I'm telling you my life Cooking them bricks and popping them pistols God damn it if this ain't life [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm posted on the block with it, all I know is trap life Four niggas and they creeping on me, I'm bet I'll spin them with the mac twice Put the dope in the minute rice, got a hand with the coke man I'm so nice We sip the drink by the whole pint, nigga no sprint no ice I got a pistol in hand it ain't no [?] man I'm with a clique full of low lives Hope you got a brick in your hand cause you ain't selling me grams I told a fuck nigga no dice Hustling all a nigga know, I be cooking it up and let it go For you niggas informing shit we catch them and stone them you pussy niggas got to go I don't fuck with these rap niggas sneak dissing Catch them I'mma clap niggas I ain't with it Push it like you got your head bust Can't go to war with us unless your bread up Every since a youngin' I've been hustling Doing everything from the muscling Still plugged down with the Mexicans I'm the man with the grams I be stretching shit [Hook]
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