| I got my hustle dawg
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| I gets my hustle off
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| Oxy contin heroine
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| Craaaaaazy
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| I got my chopper dawg
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| Don’t make me chop him off
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| Chop chop chop chop knock him off
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| Blood on the wall death in the air
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| Birds on the ground pistols everywhere
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| Devils in the eyes babies always cry
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| Papa never home fuck it we all alone
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| Tryna get rich ???
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| Grab me the beaker i’ll measure the white
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| Heat up the water drop it in pot
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| Baking soda and ??? |
| make it rock
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| Get you a saucer the razor go chop
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| Get you a Glock and invest in a block
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| Set up ya shop dare em to? |
| pop?
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| Fuck? |
| by da cop his ass would shot ya?
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| Satan in your soul let it take control
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| Oxy cotin fiends keep the foil low
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| Let the pill burn inhale exhale it slow
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| Let yo heart explode drop ya to the floor
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| I gets the dough I hustle hard
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| ??? |
| ain’t got shit on moi
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| Green beans 80s fo sure
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| They like what im talkin bout
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| You know what im talkin bout
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| No syringes or nothiin
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| Just heroines cousin smoke mufflers out
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| Only lords knows
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| And only time’ll tell
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| Will I got to heaven
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| Or will I burn in hell
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| Music in my mind
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| Vibratin down my spine
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| Travels to my heart
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| Shoulda been here from the start
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| Now I get breath from my audio (???)
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| You know I ain’t talkin a xanny bro
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| (nigga we on it be up by the mornin)
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| You wreck a new bitch wearin panties tho
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| (threw out my line) Fish up fo sho
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| (nigga we eatin ya) Ox to know
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| (put my big boy in her) nebulo
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| There she blows higher power controlin her hustle
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| Keep goin she shittin on niggas excuse all our corners
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| Boss after boss ??? |
| like we ballin we here for the moment
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| (We gettin this cash) My ??? |
| be imported my bitch be imported
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| My grind get distorted your life get deported
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| Ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployin
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| Loosin my brain while recordin on |