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Cashis
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Imma Hustla
feat. Crooked I & Sullee J.
Imma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground I'll know
You ain't got no paper left
Better get your paper right
I don't go to sleep nigger
I don't even say good night
Get it day and night
I'm slinging like I'm weighing right?
Stay and fight bust the douglas
Slay a mic hustlers lovers
Y'all crazy thinking that you can compare me
To other suckers
It's all gravy motherfuckers
Cause I smother fuckers
Keep the language of the streets
When I'm banging beats
When Jeezy used to hang with Meech
Rocking more shine
Winning bankers winning rich
They no stop like I'm getting close line
Like I'm hanging sheets
Slow the house
Nickel Joey I ain't hour
How a crook get a symbol by the higher power
The power in my coup,
I'm the Eiffel Tower
And my host has got more toasts
Than a bridal shower
Hear the pain in my voice
When I hear the ray pitch
I was born in a ditch
But Imma die rich
Imma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground I'll know
Imma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground I'll know
The repercussions for…
Tie'em up, put them in the trunk
Hit the speaker romping
My speech is running
Is cooking coke on the easy oven
Don't be easy
Smoking all my weed in public
Had the two to fuck it
Pulling up my…
I ain't talking luncheon
When I say that all my dreams and…
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Your life is like an after party
See niggers running
You nigger ain't retaliate for nothing
You know that hard talk was just bluffing
And you niggers is not trusting
Money Imma touch it ball over
Niggers live of it
But Imma dust from it
Let you finding the pussy
I ain't worried bout nothing
I keep my grill up on my stomach
Noen of you pussy niggers want it come on
Imma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground I'll know
Imma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground I'll know
If you chipping eyes to ties
It'll be the cause of your demise
I bring the…to your corpses
See the storm that's in my eyes
And from the eyes of the echelon
Use to hack it low
So wretched for…
Hustle with the mind is divine
Is a form of script
Put the formula on formula
And agonizing the souls
I can masturbate
When money in the jack it lay low
These will multiply my equity
The industry just diving me
I swear to soul I use this remedy
Rich in my faith
I get rich in my Gilligan
The problem isn't real
I'm an issue Miss America
I've been raised to be a warrior
A form of notorious
Down with the snitch
No rails in your posters
My own CD for the soldiers
Imma hustler, I've been selling name for a hoe
He's a buster, siding with the Jakes and I know
I don't trust ya, I'm riding with the fire that grow
If it's hot enough to burn and inspire your soul
Imma hustler, find me where it's wrecked and dough
Suffer then the regular hoe
I don't trust her riding with the iron you know
And when you hit the ground I'll know
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