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Hustler Musik (Album Version Explicit)

Hustler Musik (Album Version Explicit)

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Artist: Lil Wayne

Lyrics

Hit me, right in the sternum this time t baby You already know, you already know, you already know This that hustler musik young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler musik So ride to it y'all, vibe to it y'all Goddamn, next they hit a nigga 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 fuckin' wit' the boys who tote toys way before Christmas. No assistance just that persistence with. That commitment if, I don't get it somebody gone die tonight I know my vibe is tight, And I deserve the 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 motherfuckin' So I be who I be, that's me that's Weezy F. Baby and please say the motherfuckin' Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck 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 Then 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 if 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 Bulletproof, leave a nigga wit' a bullet roof Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy they call 'em bullet tooth I'm like what it do, what it 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 turf motherfucker (yea) Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck 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 Then I won't budge, won't budge, no I won't budge no, na I ain't never killed nobody I promise, I promise if you try me He 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 'til 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 them whores And they all know how to cook it up and look I got some But only one know how the bag, bitch bundle up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on this grind for nothin', so get ya hustle up. Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck 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 Then I won't budge, won't budge, no I won't budge no, na Baby you gotta know that I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do For me and you and we eatin' So bitch why the fuck 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 Then I won't budge, won't budge, no I won't budge no, na Man, man this be that hustler musik Young Weezy got that motherfucking 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 motherfucking hustler musik Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo, vibe to it yo Its real shit man, its real talk man, its how do it How did it, how done it Its real shit man, its real talk boy, 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 Fuck bitches its young money nigga

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