Lyrics:
need a major
We on did the labor
We don't need no favors
We some mother fucking hustlers
By Nature
All of ever know is
Go an get that paper
FTM major
We
the star of the show
Others in the green room waiting to blow
Only gonna love you when you're alone
Prince Ego with his new dream girl
You're never gonna lay
Bedtime avoiding deadlines
Victimless crime
Organized by internal rhymes
My life is thread tight
Combined with bad times
And red wine
Tryna make the big
Level
Face be bustin' they head
Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds
Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne
J-Prince done
Raga do
Raga do
Raga do
Your own shit
Am a hustler
A dey worker
Day by Day
I need more money
Money
Money
Am a hustler
A dey worker
Day by Day
I need more
yeah yeah
Fuck 'em fuck 'em fuck 'em
I ain’t do it by myself
Lot of niggas want to hate on me
What’s the reason, nigga who knows
Say I’m focused
scared to book em when you get uptight
[ VERSE 3: Johny see ]
Now I'm the prince of rhyme, and all of you cry
And I'm inspired by the beat and all you
Flash Yvette in the sket pimp
Jazz Jeff and the Fresh Prince
Ring, on my finger
Give you fuckers a fresh dent
Gloved up, you fucked up
Looking for
beer and his face turned red
Asked my mother, she acted the same
She never looked up, she seemed so ashamed
Asked my teacher, he reached for
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
princess!
I think she is dead.
Sadly crying,
the dwarfs laid Snow White
in a glass coffin.
Just then,
a handsome young prince
was passing by and found
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
at dealerships, fuck a car note
15's in everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling
everything, beating like Harpo
Rolling purple like Harpo, bitches by the car load
They wana see Prince, I'm pulling strings like Carlos
Santana, now we in
tight
Start a fan club I'll fund it
Y'all be alright alright
Throw flowers in my presence
Like I'm prince Akeem
I love beating odds
Think I'm fiend
My
Tried to pop off but he mist no Sierra
We ride in the coup when you know the top off
And you look at my jewels and they red marinara (Sauce)
Prince
Yo brown skin in that red hair you bad baby (who me?)
Heard you poppin and you get it you chase the bag baby (I do)
You got that thing up in your bra
When I'm gone, don't look up to me
Pray to God it's a spot outside heaven for the hustlers, please
Tell em, don't get too close to me
Nina
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
stay fresh to def
Hustling to get a grip
Kuz these hoes love gangsta
These hoes love hustlers
We don't fuck with you bustas
Go getters we some
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