| Boss shit, fuck what any bitch say about it
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| Win or Lose I’m a motherfucking player bout it
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| Call Me better motherfucking pray about it
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| Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody
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| Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody
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| Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody
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| Do you mean Everybody, Everybody, not Everybody, Everybody
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| Money over bitches, hustle gang over everybody
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| All these wheels that I’ve been in, and all these bitches I know y’all
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| If niggas really bout getting that check, how come nobody don’t know y’all
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| This hustle gang we on go y’all, nothing but bully we throw y’all
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| Don’t ask me nothing about yung L.A., I don’t know that nigga that dro dog
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| Ok ok 30″ bitch I sit over everybody
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| 12 gauge bluka, bluka, bluk, blast everybody
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| As far as talent go, T.i.p don’t get mad when I find it
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| IF you ain’t like that pussy nigga, why the****you sign him?
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| Only signed that nigga cause he had that song
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| Thought he was that nigga but I had that wrong
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| Had I known what I know, I’d a left that alone
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| We ain’t been****sense, that’s my two cents
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| Young gang of niggas that don’t like me shawty
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| Gotta problem then come fight me shawty
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| You’re to broke to green light me shawty
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| Got a bunch of paid niggas just like me shawty
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| We hold it down raw****my appearance is real
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| That****you talking is cheaper than the clearance for real
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| Shoot a nigga, blood start hemorrhaging ill
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| I been bossing up since we was trapping out of Riverdale
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| Hustle Gang Street kings, attitude like****you
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| Nature of an asshole, better let me the****through
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| They put me in position with choppers, so I’m on defense
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| I’m kobe when I shoot, never post I (thrrr) in sequence
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| Black on black like the sun gone, I bet you got this one wrong
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| How the****you go to war with handguns, my niggas march with they drums on
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| Hustle gang i g.d.o.d, still in this bitch like b.o.b
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| Ask T.i.P I’m go like mike, I take flight off t.o.p
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| I get money, yea, get money, y’all rubberband and I sit money
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| You trap stash and I fit money can’t none of these hoes get****from me
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| I do me, get mine, in this Maybach where I sit fine
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| Ain’t no stress I’m bossed up on this block collecting like rent time
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| I use to throw my coins away, bought pennies made pounds
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| Pennies for my force, and pussy every penny counts
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| And everywhere we go, these people wanna know
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| They wrecking, they turning up, carry on till your speaker blows
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| Cause time’s money, money’s time nigga
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| It’s g.d.o.d, I’m still alive nigga
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| I rep my city, yea I put on for my cut
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| All I do is murder verse, now who wants to die first
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| It’s hustle gang my nigga, I’m putting on for my team
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| Spazzing on that trigger, but I’m shooting after my dream
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| Been a problem since I stepped in,****it I’m fresher than a freshmen
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| Step in the booth and I’ll burn the mic, like check one, two, testing
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| Hustle gang over everybody in here
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| If I’m in building alone then it’s a hundred million in here
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| From another planet motherfucker I been sent here
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| My dick so long I’ll go back time and****yo bitch for ten years
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| I’m this real, I’m this real, I’m colder than windshield
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| I walk through the front door like what’s up the pimp’s here
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| Life in the fast lane, I wake up in sixth gear
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| I wake up in vegas like bitch why you still here
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| That’s just how I go about it, B.o.B best know about it
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| Nigga I be everywhere, if I’m on a plane I know the pilot
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| All them haters talking shit, nowadays they show is quiet
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| Tell me why you front row, with your main bitch she so excited, so excited
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| We ain’t got no conscious, we don’t show no pity
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| Turn up in yo town, put this up in yo city
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| Dirty ass bank roll, no this ain’t no diddy
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| Posted in the trap, pull up get a 50
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| Shitting on these niggas, safe to say A.P. shitty
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| Ain’t nothing lil bitty, Big ass in my glass drop
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| And this****on 50, Careful what you ask for
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| Grind for every thing, so we ain’t never had to beg for
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| Bad red bitch, you know I fucks until her legs sore
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| When I’m in her spot, you know that 45 on the dresser
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| Whole click sold blumma, don’t get in****you can’t handle
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| Straight pulling up in them toys, but we don’t play around Southside Atlanta
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| Hustle Gang over everybody |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Err Body , by - Hustle Gang. Song from the album Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп