cha$emoney real hustla şarkı sözleri

Heart cold, sorry shawty, I cannot love you You can tell me the truth, probably still not gone trust you Never worked with the pigs, why the f*ck would I cuff you? Boujee nigga, I don't care who you is, don't wanna f*ck you If I do, just like McDonald's, you gone be loving it Hublot on the right, Audemar on the other wrist He got away, missed a sack, send another blitz Touch one of my niggas, mess around and get yo brother hit Feel like JB, f*ck that boy, knock his block down Shottas all around, NLE, don't chopped down Turn his whip to convertible, take his top down Can't score on me, Draymond you get locked down Need the matte black G-Wagon, peanut butter seats Old as hell with no money, what you work for free? Niggas funny even thinking they can f*ck with me Niggas hate more than they show love, that's just how it be Yeah nigga real hustler I can sell a bible to a church, play around you get hurt Put his ass in the dirt, she let me hit then I fade away from her like I'm Dirk Make the wrong, sitting in the zone, ima lurk it Maybach riding, ima go and close the curtains Trying to f*ck my mans, think she doing it on purpose Whole time you just looking like a clown in a circus You think I give a f*ck, promise you it ain't gone hurt me Thick as f*ck on the aht, Thick as f*ck on the gram, ahh f*ck Thick as f*ck on the gram, in real life don't got no ass Try one of us, this not school, you get no pass Heard yo lil song the other day, that shit so trash Got a lot of money on me now, I need more cash Cano hit his girl, gahdamn, got him so mad Want beef? Bring it straight to you nigga doordash How the f*ck is you a stepper and you saying that feet hurt? Sweet talk a bad bitch then take her out for dessert If she don't bring nothing to the table, ima leave her I been doing fine on my own, I don't need her Bitch Paint his tee, make it rojo Green on my brain, I'm on go mode Blind man clutching on a stick, no pogo Moving kind of fast, all you niggas moving slow mo Damn I ain't really like his tone so I popped him in the knees, niggas thinking that he Romo Damn I got snipers on the team who will hit you from a far, they like Curry from the logo Damn Sneak dissing bout ya mans then acting like y'all cool, aw man that's a no no Damn Up the blicky on his ass, and of course it got the flash, make him pose for a photo Damn
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