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Got a cheese sandwich on the hunnid spoke |
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Pork rinds and a soda pop |
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I told a cop |
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I'd beat it, lost |
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At 3 a.m., they told up "stop" |
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We got it real real, to the top |
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A G like 30 feet away from the county line |
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The weed flyin, the golden smilin |
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Wip it nice an then they sign |
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Man, **** |
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How denyin' my damn luck, |
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This ain't no find if we get stuck |
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I'm doin time |
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Don't get messy with the |
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Prezzy A quarter pound ain't worth the rizzy |
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Drunk as hell, then hurl the fifth |
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Back an forth we swerve and dip |
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Pumpkin pie |
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Bust a cop |
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I'll be damned, they took my crop |
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Shook 'em wit that lead foot an hit about a hunid fi (105) |
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Miles per hour |
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In the country wit the pudin, good an chunky 40 acre, mule an donkey, hell with that, just get the money |
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Got to be that early bird |
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To grind an get what |
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I deserve |
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Quick to burn an an can't mesquite it |
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Lord I need it fore the third |
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Serve anybody? |
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Hell naw, got to be for sure |
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Standin on the standard curb |
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Days begin to bend an blurred |
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Homegrown bacon |
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Yeah, I'm havin the wage |
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Tendency of a 50 hit, when its about gettin payed |
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Came along with a ragin theif hidin under the shade |
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An momma won't quit buggin me about my heathenish ways |
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Now I've wasted more tears then my mouth cold beer |
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Gotta be a |
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Man on these rolls, overcomin my fears |
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Body too quick to gaze, with they head on bob |
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Get dee, life is foul but the dirt is hard, yeah! (hustla) |
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Chorus: If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla) |
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And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what |
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I deserve (hustla) |
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If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla) |
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And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what |
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I deserve (hustla) |
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Aint no tenth, 35% |
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Dent in my hub caps, sticks in my dove sacks, fifth till |
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I cuts that |
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Look, my baby husband got to eat some mo |
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Dough is what |
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Im reachin fo |
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Money low, need some mo |
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Hustlin these streets alone |
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Now everyday |
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I work, 75 |
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A&R tellin me lies |
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Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit bubbla die |
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Now peep the otha side, ova them hills |
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Rich dude that own them mills |
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Tha candy sto is open for sale |
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These junkies gone smoke it to death |
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Money, hos, clothes, auto-mobiles, gold grills no scrill, no deal, fifth weel, big grill wood grain sturnweel, weigh it up, be still lay it on the fish scales |
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I'm assed out in the back seat of the |
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Pont-i-ac |
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Got a cup full of |
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Con-i-ac Quarter out of hunny sacks |
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Tell me get my money back |
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Still broke, feel like |
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I ain't got shit to live fo |
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So much to kill fo |
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C'mon, this niggas transition, ain't no use in sittin round wishin |
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But my hands ichin, poppa need a new transmition |
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Get my grind on, hustle that bustle to make my grip in any time zone |
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Bundle that bubble, lets make it split |
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We buy: peices, ounces, keys, weed, |
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Xs, Zs nigga, please, anything you ask fo, we got what you need |
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To these college degrees we applyin to streets, cause |
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I'm a (hustla) |
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Chorus: If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla) |
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And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what |
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I deserve (hustla) |
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If you play the cards you delt, then you stuggle, got to put in work (hustla) |
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And I got to be the early bird to grind and get what |
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I deserve (hustla) [spoken] |
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Hustla. Carry many meanings.. |
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Whether you a crook in them books whether you usin your mind or usin a 9 bootleg alcohol, or runnin the ball you must get it in. |
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You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla. |
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Prophit, hit 'em wit it [/spoken] |
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I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera |
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For life in a ballance, of it |
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Lyin an shinin a beddy ro |
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I gotta be worse than a hust fa mine (I mean) |
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If I don't crush it then |
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Imma bust the 9 |
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I tell ya dog, get on the blocks in over-alls, its over y'all |
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Wit all dem boys stay hot, said if we blow out finna go a billion time |
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Ya know me dog, neva be a oldie dog |
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My state of mind's on the grind like a eighths of raw |
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Dont go trickin 'em all, |
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Imma have you bust for all my yiggas |
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Live for the days so we can hustle 'em all, aww! |
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What? What? |
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What? Aw! |
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Aww! |
