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Heart of a hustler II
by Desean
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If it's up then it's lit for you
Each guy keep a stick or two
Any second they'll lose it
If we broke then we sticking you
Ain't no morals or principals know it's deeper than music
I'm on that time just know I'll line you yea
I'm with my slimes I'm with my lines too yea
Stand in the cold you know that I sold weed
Hooked on them pills for real
I couldn't feel I almost ode'd Brody up late selling Krillz
Started to hit shit big flips
She threw some head she had them big lips
She sucked it vicious ooouuuu
Nasty hoe she started rough but she had to catch a flow
She send me nudes and she strikes a classic pose
Okay I know she all about foreplay
Heard she give her man no play
And he still pay the bills
And she don't even let him kill
That's tough the same nigga talking tough
His bitch is taking me to lunch
38 turn em to runts
That boy Za now
He up with opps
He up with pac
He up with god now
Stay on your side cause my guys gon ride you in my town now
The gang gon Boom like surround sound
Kalio
I want exotic let's go to cali hoe
Still on go and with the shits
Im still young and ignorant
Out and the open everyday posted and my days off was delivering
Niggas be slithering I'm moving militant how can I not ?
Im from a block
Where if you lack you getting shot
Boy sharpen up
Mind over matter better smartern up
No you can't get in the car with us
Niggas won't spar with us
Niggas tried sparking us
Everyday hating they always gon plot on us
Damn I'm high'd up
Fried up
These drugs got my eyes shut
Shit to much going on in the hood
You know hoes gon be hoes
Niggas overdose and getting shot
Swept by the cops shit all fucked up
Every time someone come home the other one go in
I don't got time for no wife cause every bitch hoe'ing
I'ma just marry the blues
come to the arms yea I'm carrying two
We won't get put on the news
Nigga we men yeah we do what we do
Don't respond lightly to threats
Nigga we street take that shit off the net
Thought it was sweet till my niggas crept
Where is my chicken ? Boy pay up the debt
Thought he was shooting or touching us
Till he went and caught a little slug from us
Don't build a bond with a customer
Still got the heart of a hustler
Yea
Still got the heart of a hustler
If it's up then it's lit for you
Each guy keep a stick or two
Any second they'll lose it
If we broke then we sticking you
Ain't no morals or principals know it's deeper than music
I'm on that time just know I'll line you yea
I'm with my slimes I'm with my lines too yea
Stand in the cold you know that I sold weed
Hooked on them pills for real
I couldn't feel I almost ode'd Brody up late selling Krillz
Started to hit shit big flips
She threw some head she had them big lips
She sucked it vicious ooouuuu
Nasty hoe she started rough but she had to catch a flow
She send me nudes and she strikes a classic pose
Okay I know she all about foreplay
Heard she give her man no play
And he still pay the bills
And she don't even let him kill
That's tough the same nigga talking tough
His bitch is taking me to lunch
38 turn em to runts
That boy Za now
He up with opps
He up with pac
He up with god now
Stay on your side cause my guys gon ride you in my town now
The gang gon Boom like surround sound
Kalio
I want exotic let's go to cali hoe
Still on go and with the shits
Im still young and ignorant
Out and the open everyday posted and my days off was delivering
Niggas be slithering I'm moving militant how can I not ?
Im from a block
Where if you lack you getting shot
Boy sharpen up
Mind over matter better smartern up
No you can't get in the car with us
Niggas won't spar with us
Niggas tried sparking us
Everyday hating they always gon plot on us
Damn I'm high'd up
Fried up
These drugs got my eyes shut
Shit to much going on in the hood
You know hoes gon be hoes
Niggas overdose and getting shot
Swept by the cops shit all fucked up
Every time someone come home the other one go in
I don't got time for no wife cause every bitch hoe'ing
I'ma just marry the blues
come to the arms yea I'm carrying two
We won't get put on the news
Nigga we men yeah we do what we do
Don't respond lightly to threats
Nigga we street take that shit off the net
Thought it was sweet till my niggas crept
Where is my chicken ? Boy pay up the debt
Thought he was shooting or touching us
Till he went and caught a little slug from us
Don't build a bond with a customer
Still got the heart of a hustler
Yea
Still got the heart of a hustler
