Hustler's Anthem V2
Kevin Gates, Birdman, Rob49
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Yeah '84, '94, '20, two type shit (yeah) Out of line, you get your fuckin' top topped Ain't playin' no games, you pussies Ayo, this on you, blood Hold this shit down, blood You understand me? Cash Money, Rich Gang wave, nigga Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, thats me Muscle, what you think? Pussy, play your lick I just dropped the lo, I miss my wo Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope I put niggas bitches on go Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay) I say this nigga lifeless as it go Yeah, I don't know what happened to my Savage but I can’t turn him down My girl a freak I kiss her feet before I eat her out Two years ago, I ain't have nowhere to live (Aight) nigga bossed up quick and bought My moms a crib A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich December, I was fucked up You niggas lucked up My mama put that dope up To dodge the task force money, sex, drugs Violence thats what they told us Was good for the youth I'm a baby Larry Hoover (alright) I bless her, hallelujah Im fucking her every day I'm dogging her out every way, eat pussy Crème brûlée For God, the big boss, the real one, alright I still keep my hammer incase Need to nail something, alright I still call my ho in case I miss her Alright I still call my redbone, vanilla, alright Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me Muscle, what you think? Pussy, play your lick I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope I put niggas bitches on go Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay) I say this nigga lifeless as it go Alright, guilted on me bad, it made a tear Don't try to stop me Media been scared 'cause I ain't Turnin' out or no problems Fake rappers actin' like they Rockin' how I'm rockin' Afraid to stand beside me but Salutin' me in private Love the swag, I drop a bag But you ain't never killed nobody Say I tried to kick a bitch But I ain't into soccer Radio won't even play my songs My own city blockin' Stop bookin' for me shows How was I 'posed to feel about it? Hmm, right back to the Kitchen, whoopin' chicken, still empowered Had one in syringes, for a zip They kill a body Luca Branson, pressure, yeah, that's me "Kevin, what you think?" "Killer What you say?" s-s-slicin' up the white He caught with sticks and playing hockey Thought because she owned the Restaurant that she could stand on top of me Told her, "Bend it over", lick Her ass and pussy, sloppy Hit 'em with that voodoo dick And now she bein' toxic Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me Muscle, what you think? Pussy, play your lick I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope I put niggas bitches on go Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay) I say this nigga lifeless as it go
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