| Okay now Kelly had a buzz in the city
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| Little bitty waist, big ass, big titties
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| Trick little money with her, she might let you hit it
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| 'Cause by any means you know Kelly gon' get it
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| I forgot to mention to you Kelly was a dancer
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| Up and down the pole workin' tryin' to get her bands up
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| Her nigga was jealous so she had to give her mans up
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| Fuck niggas gettin' money became the anthem
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| 'Cause she was a, hustla, hustla, she was a, hustla, hustla
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| One night Kelly met a nigga named Dre
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| Scammin' ass nigga every date was pay day
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| All he talked about was gettin' over and finessin'
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| How he had the plan to stop both they ass from stressin'
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| He wrote the anthem, was stack after stack
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| That niggas threw forty seven thou' to be exact
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| That’s the most she ever made so it fucked the head up
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| He told her, Holler at me when you want to get your bread up
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| He knew she was a, hustla, hustla, she was a, hustla, hustla
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| She hit him up like, I’m tryin' to shine like you
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| That nigga said, Baby this is all you gotta do
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| You know that nigga fat Sam, the one that got all that paper
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| The one that beat the charge
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| When old girl she said he tried to rape her?
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| Well listen, me and you gon' pull a caper
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| You get him to the room I’ll convince him to run that safe up
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| Kelly was hesitant she said, Dre you know I ain’t no killer
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| He said, This easy money baby, I won’t pull the trigger
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| I’m a, hustla, hustla, she was a, hustla, hustla
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| She couldn’t pass on it, too in love with that cake
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| Although she seen every episode of first forty eight
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| She still approached Sam when he came into the club
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| Convinced him to go back to the room so they could fuck
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| No unlawful entry she gave Dre the other key
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| Dre ain’t know that Sam was licensed to carry
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| Dre came in and pulled his weapon Sam pulled his too
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| All you heard was Kelly saying: Dre don’t shoot!
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| Damn thought she was a, hustla, hustla, she was a, hustla, hustla
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| Head shot, Sam died instantly
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| But the shot he let off hit Dre and nicked an artery
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| Dre started to bleed out and begged Kelly for some help
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| But all Kelly could think about was tryin' to help herself
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| She hit herself against the wall made sure it made a bruise
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| And told Dre: I ain’t goin' down for this it’s me or you
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| She ran both them niggas pocket but not all used her head
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| She told the cops they killed each other, both them niggas dead
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| Damn she was a, hustla, hustla, she was a, hustla, hustla
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| Kelly told the cops Dre blew into a jealous rage
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| When he found her in the room about to fuck her new bae
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| Grabbed her by the head and slammed her up against the wall
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| Pulled a gun on Sam threatened him to end it all
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| Sam pulled his gun out and let off a shot
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| Dre shot back twice and she went into shock
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| The police cleared her name and she never got caught
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| She’ll be settin' niggas up again, what the fuck you thought?
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| Damn shawty is a, hustla, hustla, she was a, hustla, hustla |