Hustler Musik [Radio Edit]
Hit me Right in the sternum this time t baby You already know You already know You already know This that hustler muzik Young Weezy got that motherf***in' hustler musik Goddamn Next they hit a n**** in his head with this one I'm a paint the city red wit this one I'm a head wit' this one See you f***in' wit' the boys who tote toys way before Christmas. No assistance (its) that persistence me. That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight I know my vibe is tight, And I deserve that thrown, And if the kid ain't right, Then let me die in this song, See I'll be ridin' (just) Ridin' alone Wit' my daddy on my mind like you gotta be kiddin' How the hell you ain't here to see ya prince do his thing Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king She'll be So I be who I be That's me that's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherf***in' So I be who I be That's me that's Weezy F. Baby and Please say the motherf***in' [Chorus] Baby you gotta know That I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So b**** why the f*** is you trippin'. I'm takin' these chances My head to the sky My feet on the ground My fingers to the judge if the money don't move And I won't budge Won't budge No I won't budge no Na Money is the motivation Facin' the avenue Back touchin' the wall Got the weed Got the gun Gotta run when I hear that bird call, dang Hop in that thang and merk off Swerve off You know me, they call me "Birdman Junior" Anybody murderer Birdman sponsor it Phantom of the opera All black gwop tent, locked in I can let them shots out You can't get no shots in Bullet proof Leave a n**** wit' a bullet roof Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they call 'em bullet tooth I'm like what it do What to do There's a full court pressure I'm just going for the two If I'm open for the three I'm a take it in a second Even if there's one second and I'm a make it, it's nothin' I don't take it for granted I don't take it for nothin'. I take it for what it is worth to the durf motherf***er (yea) [Chorus] I ain't never killed nobody I promise I promise if you try me You gone have to rewind this track and make me go back That thing will go blat That boy will lay flat so flat That act is what I perform amongst you haters Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbatin' Black Peter Pan flies too, I die, what you sayin' Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu, what I stay in Got me feelin' like Scarface Like the Koheba Streets reply I look right in a four seater You know I be out here ridin' a four seater Top floor of the four seasons Four of the whores And they all know how to cook it up Look I got some But only one know how the bad b****, bundle up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin' So get ya hustle up. [Chorus: x2] Man, man this be that hustler musik Young weezy got that motherf***ing hustler musik, yo So ride to it yo And vibe to it yo I'm asking y'all please please Young Weezy got that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherf***ing hustler musik Ride to it yo Vibe to it yo Vibe to it yo Its real s*** man Its real talk man Its how do it How did it How done it I ain't braggin' I ain't boastin' This the way it go I ain't braggin' I ain't boastin' This the way it is Better guard your kids Guard your face Guard your body we warn the place We here F*** b****es its young money n****
Written by: MIKAEL E JONES, LOUIS A GRAMMATICO
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