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Hustler
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(feat. Chink Santana)
Yo yo yo
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
Oh
No
(hustler baby)
 
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 I'm feelin blowed
Smoke by the zone
 
Misfit dudes by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise
 
[Hook]
So I'm ridin down this long country road
Followin rainbows
Tryna reach us in gold
I gotta grind hard
'Til this **** gets sold
Just sit back relax
N watch it unfold
So I'm gone hit up the studio
Write about 24
'Til these hits get throwed
Cash checks
Get a boat
Betta keep it afloat
don't end up bankrupt and broke
 
[Chorus]
I'm a hustler baby
(hustler baby)
I'm on the grind
And down for mine
I'm a hustler baby
(hustler baby)
Gotta get the abs
And get that cash
Ima hustler baby
(ima hustler baby)
I'm accusin peeps
Gotta stack my cheese
Ima hustler baby
Ima hustler
(I'ma 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
 
[Hook]
 
[Chorus]
 
Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club
(uh huh)
Fresh to death
***** pourin it up
 
(yea)
All the killaz straight showin me love
And the biggest bad *****es all wantin to ****
(wantin to ****)
 
They know I'm the realest ***** to hang wit
I'm caped up
Plus I love to slang ****
Up in the alley in the aston vain wish
 
Until I make they ****in brains ?
Look shawty I'm dangerous
Yo ***** hate me
'Cause you prolly his main *****
 
**** who you came wit
Let me explain this
I prefer the block
But ill pop the stainless
 
***** got em creepin out the club real slow
*****es shoot what they started
Askin can they go
Hell yea my ***** Lloyd
 
These hoes is G'd up
And they down to ****
So roll that weed up
 
[Chorus]