| Ya all the shit i did for a dollar
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| I done hustle, i done stole, i done rob
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| Man fucking up a rapper not a problem
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| Ya i would talk about some bitches that I’m trying to get with dog
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| But i already got 'em
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| Somebody do me like Drake did Meek
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| They go missing
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| You will never hear about em
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| I’m praying for your homie when they shot him
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| Don’t go no where without em'
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| Thought somebody should of taught him
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| When there’s blood on the leaves
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| It be looking like it’s Autumn
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| I go Jordan, buy the ring
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| If i ain’t got 'em then I’m Golem
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| I’m a mother fucking problem
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| By the dineros
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| Flood the whole city when it’s in barrels
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| I want enough gold to satisfy ten phaorahs
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| Rappers thinking they in style when they in’apparel
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| Fuck a bitch, me and money we in wedlock, it’s serious
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| And about her i go red dot, period
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| They was running game so i put them at a dead stop
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| Now it’s just my day ones
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| Tighter than a dreadlock
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| Think they running up on one of us
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| Boy they best not
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| Serving out the nonsense
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| It ain’t fucking with my conscience
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| Drinking til I’m unconscious
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| I was made to hustle
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| I was made to count big bags of cash with all of my brothers
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| I was made to hustle
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| I was taught how to get cash and count this shit like no other
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| I know how to hustle
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| This the dirt that gonna keep me enity
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| Moving quarter bags of the OG
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| Only care about the money
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| I ain’t really into stunting so I’m sitting lowkey
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| My homie told me
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| Don’t even take a risk if you ain’t gonna share the whole thing
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| I’m one of the realest in my city
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| There’s a reason everybody know me
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| I keep it humble
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| But you a fraud trying to play hard
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| Call ya bluff, this ain’t poker, we don’t play cards
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| The world is yours
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| Gotta find an outlet, plug it in, and then take charge
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| They tried to stop us now they sitting in the graveyard
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| I’m in the streets letting rhymes out the AR
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| Cause i do dumb shit when i tape bars
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| You don’t see me rocking nothing if it ain’t ours
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| In love with fast money like I’m about to race cars
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| Tell the feds they can run up in the house
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| I don’t gotta keep a thang in the couch
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| That’s my girl, made the 808 my spouse
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| When i fuck her it make everybody bounce
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| Told my homies, no time to waste, every second really counts
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| We got big deals nowadays
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| I be losing money trying to serve an ounce
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| Getting it by all accounts
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| I’m saying we been at it for a long time
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| Feel like I’m sitting on a gold mine
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| Don’t ask me why the label ain’t giving me no shine
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| Baby told me i don’t need a cosign
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| Prove it when it’s showtime
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| Feel like i did this shit in no time
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| I was patient waiting for it to be go time
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| Now i got it, every play, I’m at the goal line
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| I’m about to score a touchdown and your hoe mine
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| Bitch don’t play about the money
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| Black Sheep 2 is here that shit is no longer coming
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| The streets was waiting i could feel the hunger
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| I’m back good as ever away from the slumber
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| Just give me a number, i came by to flood the whole summer
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| We serving up the nonsense
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| Drinking til I’m unconscious
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| It ain’t fucking with my conscience
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| I was made to hustle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hu$tle , by - Caskey. Song from the album Black Sheep 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп