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Tommie King - Hustle şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Tommie King

albüm: Hustle


I say my palms
All day
And just hustle, hustle, hustle
I just hustle, hustle, hustle
Say my palms, they be itchy, I been stacking all day
Vacuum sealers in my kitchen but I got no food to save
And I just hustle, hustle, hustle
I just hustle, hustle, hustle, I just hustle
Don't fuck with me nigga, don't fuck with my clique though
That include all my bitches mayne, I kill ya for my Kinfolk
My whiteboy keep a pistol, with a beam on the bottom
Red dot 'em, heh (hello?)
All I gotta do is say get 'em they got 'em
And I made myself a king, girls treat me the same way
Funny how you stack ya money up and then you gain weight
Flossin' bitch, I'm frosty and my pockets full of Str8 Cake
Fucked up on that lean, I'm poppin' Molly just to stay awake (stay awake)
I love my block, they love me back
Though I'm rarely there just tryna kick it where it's sunny at
Ain't like I don't love 'em but can't find me, they can't watch me
And I'm fresh up off that beach, I'm dragging sand on Georgia concrete
Plastered off that Jackie, purple got me epoxied
Oxycontins and Roxie's all in my body feel godly
And my white girl say it's obvious that I'm 'bout to blow and I agree (and I agree)
I'm talking bitch, I'm 'bout to blow like IEDS
I say my palms, they be itchy, I been stacking all day
Vacuum sealers in my kitchen but I got no food to save
I just hustle, hustle, hustle
I just hustle, hustle, hustle
Say my palms, they be itchy, I been stacking all day
Vacuum sealers in my kitchen but I got no food to save
I just hustle (yeah), hustle, hustle
I just hustle, hustle, hustle, I just hustle
I was posted on mama porch, mail came misimported
Ship said California, let you know it's that chicken
And you know I'ma flip it, 'cause ya know that I'm wit' it
Looking out for no witness, 'cause ya know that they snitching
Can't get caught next day service
Swear to God, it's gon' hurt you
Go to jail, get out hustlin'
Go to jail, get out hustlin'
Hell nah, I'm not wit' it (wit' it)
Swear to God, I'ma get it (get it)
Niggas know I'ma pit
It's all on me, I'm vicious (vicious)
Palms sweaty they itchy, she freaky
Scoop her up, delicious
Pick it up, and ship it (aye-aye)
Finesse the plug, Juug-Juug that pimpin'
I say my palms, they be itchy, I been stacking all day
Vacuum sealers in my kitchen but I got no food to save
I just hustle, hustle, hustle
I just hustle, hustle, hustle
Say my palms, they be itchy, I been stacking all day
Vacuum sealers in my kitchen but I got no food to save
I just hustle, hustle, hustle
I just hustle, hustle, hustle, I just hustle
I say my palms, they be itchy
I say my palms, they be itchy
I say my palms, they be itchy
Man, I just hustle

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