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Real Hustlers

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Текст песни Gotta Boyz - Real Hustlers

Gotta Boyz - Real Hustlers слова песни

-chorus-Thats the way, the real hustlers playThats the way, the real hustlers playThats the way, a real hustler playsThats the way, the real hustlers play(??)Im a treal ass hustler, a for real ass hustlerThat made it create it not to be imatated by you trick ass bustersStraight hustling for them greensLayed back in the Lac and the pistol leanSome lable me a money making machine Because I be on the block twenty four -seven, serving fiendsAint hard to get your flow on niggaAint hard to get your dope on niggaGot my mind on bigger figure my finger wraped around the triggerWanna be a dead ass niggaSo you know I got to ball and stay highStay crunk full of (?) till I dieFlip the script on a bitch when I click in my rideMo money about to ride when I flyCause a hustler got his mind on dollar signsThey got (???) ,we aint hard to findPartners in crime, never relieng I put fate in a buster, and nigga behind a grindNo dollars no sense don`t make weightIm moving hay by the way who got the eightI been making a muther fucking millionIm out here dealing Now you know a baller dont playCause we some real ass hustlers-chorus-(??)Lets get this shit straight from the jump who we beLets get this shit straight off the top P-N-CIs who we beWe be the same nigga that will buck youDon`t love youCan`t trust you So nigga muther fuck youBe quick to buck youLike that dope we`ll duck youWorn out woday no cousinIm huffing and puffing still got that street sweeper bustingBullets stay rushingStraight out that N-O hustling Memphis to New OrleansGot them niggas still struggling, this world is crazyGot a nigga straight disgusted, fuck itKicking up dust in a bucket, you niggas luckyI`ll run you back to KentuckyTalking about we countryNow watch these niggas start dumping-chorus-(??)Im a real ass hustler, a treal ass hustlerNever duplicated fuck you player hating bustersThats why I hang and swangWith my click on the southsideWe got plenty money plus we all got them fresh ridesCreeping through the hood in my candy painted old schoolSeven deuce Cutless choped up on them gold shoesPulled up in the park in the pearl green drop topMade a right, turn, hit the switches made that ass dropFront back, side to sideThree wheel motion, on my rideBooming ass systemMake the bitches want to get insideAnd take a ride with the mo money mobstersSipping on Don eating steak,and lobsters-chorus-(??)Well I was told if you fake it break itWell these niggas all about the cakeMoving nothing but heavy weightIn and out of stateRepresenting from New Orleans and niggas love weight(?) love making the greenIts all about the creamRolling in suburbans with the windows heavily tintedSeeing nothing but lights, cause the tv`s in itWhen we aint hot, when we catch your blockHow do you love the way the twenty inch rim chopsAnd we keep the drop on topThese niggas is dangerousNow why you niggas want to fuck with usNow watch me lay you in the dustWhen I let this shit clack, bustIn god I trust, you mother fuckers want to play aroundNow you got to lay it downAnd im going to let you knowUp on my face, do you still see a frownEverybody better give a round, because(real ass hustlers got to make they ends meet)Thats why I got to stack my endsSo I can stay up on my feetCan`t let a bitch nigga kill meCan`t let a bitch nigga steal meGot to make a bitch nigga feel meHit them in the back with the nine milli, milli on the realy-chorus-(until end)

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