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nothin about me - hustle gang lyrics

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[verse 1: doe b]
why these n*ggas flexin on instagram?
in the kitchen, whippin up instant grams
got big [?], got fish and yams
i’m in the chevy, but i ride it like it’s a lamb
i’ve been balling so hard, my wrist done jammed
my sneakers squeaked, i done k!lled them again
my jesus pieces got [?] in them
different color diamonds, like f*ck i’m shining
all i f*ck is quarters, i don’t f*ck with dimes
going flip mode like busta rhymes
flip bricks though, i might bust a rhyme
[?] payed for my studio time
b*tch give a n*gga brain, let me tooter your mind
b*tch get up out my lane, this the newest sh*t i [?]
[?] to the top
damb i blew up on they ass, i done defeated the odds
f*cked your b*tch one time, got the key to the house
you don’t even know it, i got keys in your house
i’m a dog ass n*gga, left flees in your house
ungreatful ass ho, i’ll skeet in your mouth
pour champagne on that b*tch [?]
[?] let my n*gga [?]
n*ggas looking p*ssed off, cause i’m really the sh*t
but i set this b*tch off like billy the kid
[chorus: doe b]
better ask these n*ggas bout me
better ask these b*tches bout me
better ask these n*ggas bout me
better ask these b*tches bout me
cause n*gga, you don’t know nothin bout me
n*gga you don’t know nothin bout me
n*gga you don’t know nothin bout me
n*gga you don’t know nothin bout me

[verse 2: trae tha truth]
i’m the one from texas, young truth is trill
what the f*ck you heard? b*tch i’m a king for real
bought a new [?] call it over the hill
see n*ggas [?] tryna get him a meal
sitting in my lamborgini [?] doozy
all i do is get money [?] losing
get your ass up in a jam, like you playing with uzis
your ass in hot water, like you in a jacuzi
sh*t don’t stop, sitting on top
hustle gang, n*gga just raised my stock
don’t [?] all these n*ggas do rocks
pop your sh*t, all [?] do glocks
in the kitchen, how i pay for the keys
in an all blue auti [?]
[?] never play with the [?]
i put it all up in the stash i got from [?]
[verse 3: t.i.]
n*gga, you ain’t really talkin bout sh*t
if you ain’t talking bout money [?]
[?] to the ground
somebody hold them up for me
any place in the a you can name, i run it
you p*ssy n*ggas want something?
any day we can pull up where you [?]
[?] you can tell them i done it
sucker n*gga runnin off at the mouth like a [?]
before i run up in your house, drop a hundred or 2
you ever see me with the burner in my hand, i blast it
[?] 50 k high fashion
[?] half a mill
[?] came a long way from [?]
[?] hating [?] get wacked low key
you better ask bout me

[chorus: doe b]
better ask these n*ggas bout me
better ask these b*tches bout me
better ask these n*ggas bout me
better ask these b*tches bout me
cause n*gga, you don’t know nothin bout me
n*gga you don’t know nothin bout me
n*gga you don’t know nothin bout me
n*gga you don’t know nothin bout me

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