The Hustle - Smoke DZA, LevyGrey, Bodega Bamz

The Hustle - Smoke DZA, LevyGrey, Bodega Bamz

Год
2018
Язык
`English`
Длительность
233630

Below is the lyrics of the song The Hustle , artist - Smoke DZA, LevyGrey, Bodega Bamz with translation

Lyrics " The Hustle "

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The Hustle

Smoke DZA, LevyGrey, Bodega Bamz

I break bank, seals, hundred dollar bills

I been getting to it all day I ain’t tryna chill

Roll dank, still, quarter P a kill

Independent hustler, let’s make a deal

Pull rank still, you know how I feel

That’s super high without chasing a pill

Niggas ain’t real, they ain’t in the field

If they get jammed they gon' squeal

Nobu like Wendy’s if I want a light meal

If I’m on the bill it’s a big fight filled

Really they ain’t safe, for fronting they ain’t paying for nothing

Man if only you could pawn your ice grill

All my niggas get money its protocol

Watch those before us ball

If I fuck that package up they’d be more appalled

The game got me not feeling shit like Toradol

Gear up take it to all of y’all

Better get this money

Cash out ring me up

The director, a fly lecture

The bullshit side stepper, seen it coming like nah heffer

My gesture, bougie trifectas in Tribeca, yes sir

Time to rep a, Iceberg big, you could spot him like leapord

Effortlessly kill 'em my track record

Blueprint to the cool shit I’m that nigga, etcetera

Cold game, serve like Federer

Wimbledon, winners win, above the head of a simpleton

Pro nigga, I ain’t doing beginner things

Name ring, Beijing to Minesing

Better get this money

Cash out, ring me up

Ring me up, ring me up

Gotta get this money

Cash out, ring me up

No help needed but help wanted

Behind closed doors I’m kept dormant

This game sour like a grapefruit

I treat women like liquor I won’t chase you

I keep it brief incase you was wondering

This piece, no puzzling, heat seek like summer in Pheonix

I’m sonning 'em, DMC, like Russ and 'em

Pop Cris', no rushing 'em, show guns, no tucking 'em

Damn boy we bad boy’s like Puff and 'em

Glass jaws I’m snuffing 'em, gassed artists y’all pumping 'em

14 Karat ropes, no jumping 'em

New cars I jump in 'em, old hoes I’m dumping 'em

Whooo, wanna rump with him, not a soul

Only popping on the 'gram that is not a goal

I need hoes and a whole lotta O’s

Whole lotta love bring a whole lotta foes

I tried to take this lighter and burn ya straight to the ground

I tried to take this fire, and burn it straight to the ground

Straight to the ground

Straight to the ground

Straight to the ground

Straight to the ground

Yea, straight through the ground

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