Lyrics:
Hey! Grand hustle homie (Yeah)
It's the king partner (Ha ha)
You know I could leave without hollerin' at you one more time right baby. (Okay)
a friendly message for everybody in American
Who thought I was gon' fail
Partner, it's a year and a day and counting, you understand that?
By the time you
Velveta chain Antarctica
I don't wanna keep your girl
Just wanna borrow her
So partner, I heard that your starving her
My cheese American, but the cars
Ay, man, I'm pullin' out the motherfuckin Ritz the other day
Man I pull up on my partner Beano
You know what I'm sayin'? Real boss nigga
He like,
bitches and the drinks
Baby get your ass up
That's what I came for
I hit the club and buy the bar
In VIP just see my partners and a lot of broads
And such
Partner money here, here
I ain't cut for this, I want my music global
I'm gonna see people bump their fist
I'm gonna change a nigga life
So he ain't
partner want some we can do it again
Okay, H-U-S-T-L-E G-A-N-G, yeah wait
Yeah, pull up, pull up, hop out, hop out
All about the dollar, better go ahead,
the windows down back up
In my Phantom show my automa
Hangin' out my partner, naw
Don't you want this autograph?
Thinkin' that you angry
Ccause my
want her cause they know she got Chanel swag
Straight like that, yea I fuck with her the long way
Been bragging to my partners, I been talking 'bout her
been in it since a youngin', I'm a East-side hogg
21st Street ridin', rollin' with my partners
Hat to the back in a rag spillin' vodka
Stompin'
class ring?
Don't call your mother
'Cause now we're partners in crime
Don't be a baby, remember what you told me
Shut up and put your money where
the guy who leaves
Baby, oh, partner
How well you've played this part
Similar, oh, how familiar
Reluctant truth you impart
And how you serve
shots of the rum I'm done
Thinking about my partners death
I'm angry, in a flash he was gone
Man how can that day not rearrange me
All of my days,
trains
Everything happens to me
I never miss a thing
I've had the measles and the mumps
And every time I play an ace
My partner always trumps
Guess
begin, separate the boys from the men
Man up!
Doesn't matter how you started partner, it's about how you end
Man up!
Jesus is the model follow us we go
that
(slickest partner) you ever had
There'll come a time,
Don't you forget it
(yeah) there'll come a time,
When you're gonna regret it
Some
a cartoon
Before I need to be hired, Jimmy I. or Fire Marshall
The 9 tucked against the lining
I pull it out and flip your partner upside-down
Like y'all
tell by the smile on your faces
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Now if you wanna jingle
Ride your partner hit the floor
Alright,
And double-sachet (?) ham
Swing to the left, and test that stuffin'
And swing to the right, a Huckleberry muffin
Time for your partner to reach across
life in order
Squares don't get no likin on
Have my goons out back and slaughter
Fuck around find you stinkin partner
Thesis diamonds in this bitch
one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends
by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even
he?
Nigga, I'm illy
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this
When I ain't did it that way nigga, fuck you partner
Ay, I run this city,
countries in one week
'Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I'm too smart too
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my
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