Hustle Bones - Death Grips

Hustle Bones - Death Grips

  • Year of release: 2012
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 3:12

Below is the lyrics of the song Hustle Bones , artist - Death Grips with translation

Lyrics " Hustle Bones "

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Hustle Bones

Death Grips

Give a fuck what you heard

Yeah, fuck what you heard

'Fore this real shit kicked your whole clique to the curb

What, what

What, what

But you don’t hear me though

Run up bitch to the death get gripped, my steeze is ballin' out

Of control;

what you know 'bout bubblin'

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Comin' out my mouth

That hot lic a shot

Never not strapped

With a Glock tongue cocked

Run it back

That knock a cop off unconscious molotov cocktailin' sound bomb a snitch

Flat line of chalk drawn 'round the clock too many marks dropped to count the

stiffs

Stuck on the fence

How does it feel?

It don’t make sense

Nothing is real

That rip you a new one trick, I’m the true one

And only never know me never will, no son

Leave you laid out to fade out

Show a cunt the door

Hit and run

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Comin' out my mouth

That can’t wait to blast

Blood-stained knuckle brass gives a fuck sick with it flav on

That ex-con

Hard to the bone

Darkness from the zone

Mastered and pushed far beyond

Eons beyond the line never crossed

By them punks livin' soft while I ride that bomb

Dr. Strangelove

Into the sun

Look no hands megatons

Rode like man we can’t lose

No shit, no shit

That hit it till it drip with

The blood of the raw way

It was 'fore them forgot

Why doin' dirt, make slang sound tough gong original

Fuck the wrong way

Only one real way to work

That shit out the

Beat street spit

Über freaked heat lit

Hell flame to your brain

Blood thirst

What, what

What, what

What, what

What, what

Run it back, run it

Run up bitch to the death get gripped, my steeze is ballin' out

Of control;

what you know 'bout bubblin'?

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Hustle bones comin' out my mouth

Hustle bones comin' out my

Comin' out my mouth

Criminal intent, anti-legal ill

Thief in the night, peel your life back spin the wheel

Criminal intent, anti-legal ill

Thief in the night, peel your life back spin the wheel

Criminal intent, anti-legal ill

Thief in the night, peel your life back spin the wheel

Criminal intent, anti-legal ill

Thief in the night, peel your life back spin the wheel

Run it back, run it

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