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over here hustlin' (lfls) - birdman & lil wayne lyrics

[hook:]
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
i’m all, i’m all about my paper, i’m all, i’m all about my paper
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
we over here hustlin’, we over here
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
i’m all, i’m all about my paper, i’m all, i’m all about my paper

[lil wayne:]
now ho don’t ask me what i’m doing, thats me in the hook
and i just keep on kicking it kicking it like a knee and a foot
yes, wayne straight like a ki’ of that good
if your b-tch don’t know the rules, i will read her the book
i got the key to the boat, i got the key to the jet
i got the key to success, get money invest
re-up with the rest. i got a swedish connect
that means my weed is the best, homie, even the stress
ok, the coupe is ridiculous and the jeep is a mess
let’s call my bullets a lump, i put ’em deep in your neck
adam’s apple meet banana clip
you know my script, i just get my chips and then i dip, and then i dip
they say the bullsh-t walks, the money talks
so i don’t answer, i don’t answer unless the money calls
yeah that’s my word, thats my word know i will front for y’all
it’s money over everything and b-tches under all
m.o.b!

[hook]
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
i’m all, i’m all about my paper, i’m all, i’m all about my paper
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
we over here hustlin’, we over here
we over here hustlin’, we over here grindin’
i’m all, i’m all about my paper, i’m all, i’m all about my paper

[birdman:]
i say uptown poppin’, uptown rockin’, uptown n-ggas
it’s the home of the hard knocks
cook up a whole block, kit it up in all white
ridin’ with a chopper, black diamonds and it all nice
shop ’till you pop b-tch, do your own thing ho
got the game from k.c., second floor sixth court
bling bling king n-gga, money ain’t a thing n-gga
ridin’ in a lamborghini, suicidal eagle wings
-ssault rifles, my little homies big poppers
coming through the attic, 20 in the heli-chopper
zip it and whip it n-gga, that’s how we ship it, n-gga
burn it and light it then we flip it and we hit it, n-gga
i spent a mill on my grill for real
cause we be stunting while we hustling, n-gga making his meals
we be grindin’ while we shinin’, n-gga packin’ that steel
stay fly, get money, n-gga stackin’ the bills

[birdman:]
i say, we deep in the game, n-gga. we switching the lanes, n-gga
got blood money homie. no pain, no gain, n-gga
fifty a thang, n-gga, a g a name, n-gga
that’s what we do n-gga, claim your fame, n-gga
hop out a range, n-gga. thang in hand, n-gga
stop all that reppin’, ‘fore i… send some flames, n-gga
all this money, n-gga. jewelry and fame, n-gga
cause we be stuntin’, n-gga. moving them things, n-gga

[lil’ wayne:]
paper paper, paper. all i need is paper. green paper
white chalk, yellow tape will, make your shirt look like you got on the butcher’s apr-n
go ahead and make the steak then, b-tch n-gga
b-tch n-gga talkin’. this is how money sound
i’m just chillin’ but my money still running ’round
yeah, and i just do’s what i does
you n-ggas couldn’t even be who i was

- birdman lil wayne lyrics

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