Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustler, artist - Lady Pank. Album song Drop Everything, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: Mtj
Song language: English
Hustler |
| Deep in the cut |
| With the chrome on the thrown |
| Down in Decatur |
| Where the haters get shown |
| Ride around the spots |
| Where the pot gets grown |
| Now Im feelin blowed |
| Smoke by the zone |
| Misfit dudes by the rules reapply |
| Creeps low wit cruise control when Im high |
| Brand new 22 shoes on the ride |
| Gotta get blatta tatted |
| Hit up green rise |
| So Im ridin down this long country road |
| Followin rainbows |
| Tryna reach us in gold |
| I gotta grind hard |
| Til this shit gets sold |
| Just sit back relax |
| N watch it unfold |
| So Im gone hit up the studio |
| Write about 24 |
| Til these hits get throwed |
| Cash checks |
| Get a boat |
| Betta keep it afloat |
| Dont end up bankrupt and broke |
| Ima hustler baby |
| (hud\\stler baby) |
| Im on the grind |
| And down for mine |
| Ima hustler baby |
| (hustler baby) |
| Gotta get the abs |
| And get that cash |
| Ima hustler baby |
| (ima hustler baby) |
| On my Q’s and P’s |
| Gotta stack my cheese |
| Ima hustler baby |
| Ima hustler |
| (ima hustler baby) |
| Oh |
| Now we deep on the creep |
| Down in Martin Luther King |
| Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean |
| Gotta hit the scene |
| So fresh so clean |
| In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| CREAM |
| My whole teams favorite color is green |
| Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen |
| Never estimate |
| Get weighed by the beam |
| Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club |
| (uh huh) |
| Fresh to death |
| Nigga pourin it up |
| (yea) |
| All the killaz straight showin me love |
| And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck |
| (wantin to fuck) |
| They know Im the realest nigga to hang wit |
| Im caped up |
| Plus I love to slang dick |
| Up in the alley in the aston vain wish |
| Until I make they fuckin brains? |
| Look shawty im dangerous |
| Yo nigga hate me |
| Cause you prolly his main bitch |
| Fuck who you came wit |
| Let me explain this |
| I prefer the block |
| But ill pop the stainless |
| Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow |
| Bitches shoot what they started |
| Askin can they go |
| Hell yea my nigga Lloyd |
| These hoes is G’d up |
| And they down to fuck |
| So roll that weed up |