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ms. hustle freestyles on flex | freestyle #058 - ms. hustle lyrics

[verse]
hold on, needed a minute just to flex though
motherf*ckers said i wouldn’t make it up to the flex show
i been trainin’ b*tches since i been ridin’ on metro
the game was and still mine just like a klepto (ahh!)
oh, let’s do it, i’m feeling like i’m the old rocker
these n*ggas pullin’ a trick, i call them globetrotters
if the bread done mix then i stove top ’em
won’t have trouble shooting as long as my mac i load proper
i remember falling off i had to prove that
now they want to hang on our necks like where the noose at
bring it to my past and my crib i thought i’d lose that
but i ain’t need a b*tch i’m just stealin’ to get my jewels back
f*cked up, i seen the hurt in my dad eyes
couldn’t trust a soul, he started giving me bad vibes
now they gotta pay for my drive just like a cab ride
get ugly if i snap, like yeah, picture my bad side
tried to get ahead, they were still on low blows
waiting on her name, but i won’t give her no chromo
reading off their jack, nah, i don’t condone those
i wasn’t thinking et b*tch, i left my phone home
i won’t call you, i was trying to get a line in
all them hoes taught me to skate when i was grinding
no jack nicholson baby, it’s just the timing
now they gotta answer the door with all the shining
k!ll battle rap when they was praying i failed
now it’s like peer pressure the way they taking a l
record sales in the charts, i’ma take it as well
aaron hernandez, i know i’ll hang in a cell
said you thought you was f*ckin’ with me, what your fans on?
it’s like i gave them the print, sh*t i was hands on
i’m on his album, go ask cam’ron
i keep a wavy line on the side like i got my vans on
you never asked for sh*t knowing they had their cake up
i had the watch, i couldn’t afford the jacob
i was brushing off my mat while they was brushing on makeup
said i cried about being broke, they was crying about break ups
problems but a b*tch ain’t one, yeah, hold steady
touch me, it’s st. nick, baby don’t hold presents
now it’s all on me, get drinks for the whole section
the way i blew up on ’em, she called me to know it’s never
when they speakin’ on the best, sh*t, i deserve respect
death said you nice, but nah, i ain’t heard it yet
waiting on a window open like trying to surf the net
you heard it right? i’m verified like b*tch i earned the check
street stuntin’, you know like slay did it
our direction ain’t the same, on street sh*t way different
told me to rap go ahead and debate with it
but b*tch when you dope you ain’t gotta go eight minutes
like, oh man, these n*ggas is so pathetic
what’s in my jeans? it gotta be from jeanette
she’ll be sick if i peel, they gotta call up the medics
i’m ahead with the green, i remember when they ain’t let us
oh, that’s really keeping the stack now
now they got a way with their gimmicks and funny rap styles
for years, i’m second, i played the background
i’m on flex you b*tches gon’ have to rap now
yeah!

- ms hustle lyrics

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