Lyrics:
Hesitant for leavin' my heaven sent cowgirl
We ran off to the hotel
As I practice in the hotel lobby
She was on my mind full time
The fellas tryin'
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
Somebody told me yo' ass stink
Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four
a lot of records and grabbed somethin'
Now I'm goin' through movies in L.A
Playin' the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my
even their fault
No time to recall
I hit like the bolt
So high No sleep
So High No sleep
Yo, turn the mic on
Put it through the lexicon
Make my
Yea, check it out now
Everybody check it out now
Yo, I got the corn beef
I got the moz
I got the shotty
Ay yo, I got the buck shot
Ay yo, I got
signed over by nature, suckers, punchers, simps and fakers
A click full of back breakers and more in a Studebaker
The Mo City don, I wave a truck like
givin' out that Gotti time
Probably find
Bodies lined up
In ya lobby slime
Dust, booze
Mushrooms
Smack ya out ya molly mind
Police comin' around
clock work
Waiting on deposits to drop
Like time is all that I got
Cause time is all I got
I be watching yo n**** watching me shit I like how he
you bringin' value or somethin
I got a hustler spirit, nigga, period
Check out my hat, yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag, a nigga, tall like
come from the 'jects, got a gun on the jet, I'm the co-pilot
I hustle that yola, this cocaine music like Yo Gotti
This shit never fail, I'm catchin'
said, girl you move better than all of them
I'm like, boy yo ass ain't seen nothing yet
Roll up, it's a full house, full house
Roll up, roll up, yeah
silence
The crew that doesn't choose to speak their mind
Is a crew that looses power over time
And now that ya finally woke up
Yo wish your mother fuckin'
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
you a full time dad.
Wishing you could stack it up like I can.
I’m living that life that you want so bad. (Ay, Ay)
This can’t be you, get that shit
[* Beep *]
[Answering Machine]
Good evening, at the tone
Pacific Standard Time will be 7:07
[The Click talking]
Ya know how us bosses step up,
a lot of records and grabbed somethin'
Now I'm goin' through movies in L.A
Playin' the game the way the hustlers play
And everyday I try to stack my
with my potnas and we all was placing wagers
Every weekend by my grandmaw taking all her Nilla wafers
By the time I hit fourteen I started smoking by
bitch with a fat ass
Gotta keep the Glock by the fat stash
Money so dirty can't take baths
They know what I'm bout cause I love cash
Hustler of the year
could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is
could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is
could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is
could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is
could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is
could I would make her mines/ even though that far fetched this could be for one time/ and besides I'm a hustler too busy on the grind/ all we can do is
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