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imma hustla (remix) - ca$his lyrics

hook:
i’mma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough
suffer then the regular hoe
i don’t trust her riding with the iron you know
and when you hit the ground i’ll know.

you know that .. cuts to three ..
tie em up, stuck em in the trunk,
put this key ’cause from me,
let’s get this shrug, it’s cooking c-ke on the easy up in trunk,
bumping easy .. smoking on my weed in public,
head it to the f-cking pullin’ up my weed you s-ck it,
ain’t talking lunch and when i say i’m bout my cruising nothing,
you took it thugging, right she’ll be clupping,
you like this like it’s enough the party till you see n-gg-s running
.. it’s big pop slumbed in, and n-gg-s ain’t .. but nothing,
you know that hard talk is just bluffing,
destined and disgusted and new n-gg-s is not trusted,
if it’s money i’ma touch you ball over i was something,
petrifying the p–sy i ain’t worried ’bout nothing,
i keep my .. by my stomach and i’m blunted,
.. brand n-gg-, none of you p–sy wanted uh.

did all the sh-t, man on my own,
look at my .. my b-tch long,
wish a n-gg- would say he put me on
it didn’t work, tears in the game going strong,
and up in this sh-t it’s like o2,
look at my bullsh-t i’ve been through
n-gg-s say f-ck me, f-ck em too,
n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck of none of them dudes,
i’mma hustla, get your hustla
these rap bands is my customers,
am i trap jump, am i trap jump, am i trap jump i’m like double up.

these blow n-gg-s is crazy, these dj’s ..
i’ma made me, you ain’t made me,
want mirror so you gotta pay me,
go shrider, n-gg- jack the credit,
yes man, all i spit is 91-11
lot apologize in the game,
a n-gg- like me in apology,
n-gg-s say that they real, n-gg- they .. the sh-t pathetic,
i call it like i see it, like i’m 20-20
and i tell you to your face, you n-gg-s p–sy.

2 x hook:
i’mma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough
suffer then the regular hoe
i don’t trust her riding with the iron you know
and when you hit the ground i’ll know.

come on, but roccet you’re rapping, you know when that rocket we’re killing
yeah, my n-gg-s is just dressing in black is my n-gg-s is feeling,
yeah, we slame the coco by the polo,
still riding in my polo, we go preaching like we no more.
b-tch, we got the pistols and you know we shoot that,
’cause all my n-gg-s just like nikey, all we do is do it,
uh, we have your b-tch for a nighter,
and that’s your b-tch so don’t you, we don’t even like her,
look, i’m bout my paper, your mully, your baby mamas a groupie,
my n-gg- sn-tch all your cookies, ’cause all you n-gg-s is p–sy
’cause their daddy was p–sy, all my n-gg-s like pots,
so n-gg- don’t even push me, i’m on the ground for this chatter,
you surrounded my chatter, then still n-gg- was mean,
used to flash my parade, a big shout out to my team,
and all of my p-sses, we real coast n-gg-, shout out to real n-gg- ca$hi we on it.

you ain’t got no paper left
better get your paper right
i don’t go to sleep n-gg-r
i don’t even say good night
get it day and night
i’m slinging like i’m weighing right?
stay and fight bust the douglas
slay a mic hustlers lovers
y’all crazy thinking that you can compare me
to other suckers
it’s all gravy motherf-ckers
cause i smother f-ckers
speak the language of the streets
when i’m banging beats
when jeezy used to hang with meech
rocking more shine
winning bankers winning rich
they no stop like i’m getting close line
like i’m hanging sheets
slow the house
nickel joey i ain’t hour
how a crook get a symbol by the higher power
the power in my coup,
i’m the eiffel tower
and my host has got more toasts
than a bridal shower
hear the pain in my voice
when i hear the ray pitch
i was born in a ditch
but imma die rich.

talk to the hit, here come off print, watch what you’re sayin?
money chaser, paper chaser, many chaser
she don’t case catch up,
on the ‘ try my homicide,
every verse don’t face your death oh
‘. i’m on my watch, left post can knock ..
i p-ss on california sh-t on the south,
back to the gooder, past of my shooter,
take your free benz and ..
this a match and what i do ..

hook:
i’mma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough
suffer then the regular hoe
i don’t trust her riding with the iron you know
and when you hit the ground i’ll know.

- cahis lyrics

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