Hustler(Album Version (Explicit)) feat. Chink Santana

歌詞

LLOYD (f/ Chink Santana) LYRICS Hustler Yo yo yo (hustler baby) Oh No (hustler baby) Oh No (hustler baby) (verse 1:) Deep in the cut With the chrome on the thrown Down in Decatur Where the haters get shown Ride around the spots Where the pot gets grown Now Im feelin blowed Smoke by the zone Misfit dudes by the rules reapply Creeps low wit cruise control when Im high Brand new 22 shoes on the ride Gotta get blatta tatted Hit up green rise (hook:) So Im ridin down this long country road Followin rainbows Tryna reach us in gold I gotta grind hard Til this shit gets sold Just sit back relax N watch it unfold So Im gone hit up the studio Write about 24 Til these hits get throwed Cash checks Get a boat Betta keep it afloat Dont end up bankrupt and broke (chorus:) Ima hustler baby (hudstler baby) Im on the grind And down for mine Ima hustler baby (hustler baby) Gotta get the abs And get that cash Ima hustler baby (ima hustler baby) Im accusin peeps Gotta stack my cheese Ima hustler baby Ima hustler (ima hustler baby) (verse 2:) Oh Now we deep on the creep Down in Martin Luther King Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean Gotta hit the scene So fresh so clean In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans Cash rules everything around me CREAM My whole teams favorite color is green Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen Never estimate Get weighed by the beam (hook and chorus) (Chinks rap:) Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club (uh huh) Fresh to death Nigga pourin it up (yea) All the killaz straight showin me love And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck (wantin to fuck) They know Im the realest nigga to hang wit Im caped up Plus I love to slang dick Up in the alley in the aston vain wish ? Until I make they fuckin brains? Look shawty im dangerous Yo nigga hate me Cause you prolly his main bitch Fuck who you came wit Let me explain this I prefer the block But ill pop the stainless Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow Bitches shoot what they started Askin can they go Hell yea my nigga Lloyd These hoes is G'd up And they down to fuck So roll that weed up (chorus)