| I’m stangin' licks
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| And hustlin' thick
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| I’m stangin' licks
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| And hustlin' thick
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| I’m stangin' licks, hustlin' thick every day
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| A thugged out balla winning every way
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| Watching out for the haters, I see 'em comin'
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| When they move in four pound got 'em runnin'
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| Laws look in my range like they wanna blast me
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| But then they see the ice and drive right past me
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| Riding solo, stepping out of my ride
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| So much bling as though I get
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| Hustla gotta switch his eyes
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| I switch rides to my six-forty-five, face pounding
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| So many gals calling my cell I can’t count 'em
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| I answer for this call, yella and a Asian thing
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| My lifestyle got em buzzin me time and time again
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| I’m loving this
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| It’s like heavn on Earth
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| Sometimes I think I got it for what it’s worth
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| But what did mama say?
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| Oh yeah, I ralized she said
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| Heaven’s the best, could it be better than this?
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| I’m stangin' licks
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| And hustlin' thick
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| I’m stangin' licks
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| And hustlin' thick
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| My hustler hill, a seven whip garage
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| Sometimes them entices a opposition barrage
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| Six cars inside, for different situations
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| Three disclosed, the rest use imagination
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| Heavenless, the way I ball
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| Priceless, like the paintings on the wall
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| My twenties crawl through the streets as I ride
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| The sound out my speakers scream cause my diamonds freezing time
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| And dash navigator is my key mast
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| Seat back, head out, and a maze ball cap
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| Ballin', deep in the cut
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| Chrome spinning, right bottom, livin' up
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| Blazin', I’m on a level never felt
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| Paper stacking so high make the ozone melt
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| Candy factory, that’s how it’s going down
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| Except add in a box for shaking the ground
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| I’m stangin' licks
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| And hustlin' thick
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| I’m stangin' licks
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| And hustlin' thick |