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baby smoove - hustler muzic كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
really mo’ like wayne when he made hustler musik tho’
boy you think i give a f_ck?
meech
boy you think i give a f_

[verse]
boy you think i give a f_ck what n_ggas say when i ain’t there?
boy don’t shoot the house, wait ’til he come outside, we know he there
i got b_tches callin’ me, who i ain’t talk to in a year
pints fallin’ in my lap like: “come sip me, n_gga here”
she tryna argue, b_tch argue wit’ yo’self
he ain’t really got no money, he can’t pass_on wealth
60k, all 50’s, hold my amiri’s like a belt
and she treat me like a king so she’ll never need help

40 racks on a cuban and 15 on my other one
once this other pendant done, i’ma buy another one
h_ll nah this ain’t my first house, i bought another one
swear to god i didn’t try, she jus’ tryna gimme some
7_8 digits, sh_t that’s what i need in my account
if you been through what i been through you wouldn’t believe i made it out
my bestfriend in the feds, he hang up before count
he been locked up for years but still call like he out

pourin’ 4’s don’t matter when you got seals put up
i’ma hit the gas if i see red and blues when i look up
jail ain’t got no commissary, can’t even do a cook_up
say whatever on the ‘net but when i’m there he won’t even look up
dropped 10 ‘bows off to johnny cause i know he gon’ move ’em
cause he the typa’ n_gga get me sauce when he approve ’em
h_ll nah you can’t hang, i’m a winner, you a loser
sometimes i get mad, and get drugs, and just abuse ’em
no cap, i got 6 n_ggas wit’ me, that’s 12 straps
fishtailin’ round corners, strap fallin’ off my lap
stopped uploadin’, but i still got it on, no cap
fake jewelry, and n_ggas hittin’ drank, they tapped
i’m rich; i don’t like broke b_tches, i like models
this a pint, but i ain’t bring it out, i filled up my bottle
stare at me, i swear somebody wit’ me’ll start sendin’ hollow’s
120 on the coupe, i’m in the trenches dodgin’ potholes

franchise 40’s, blue hunnid’s, blue_red
got this new celine jacket, lil’ buddy got a tag
paranoid, window down, he wanna race, i’m bouta blast
i’m in n_ggas dream car ridin’ wit’ a hunnid’ cash
560, boy yo 550 old
they talkin’ like he a gangsta’ but that boy told
i might sip a million pint’s but i’ll never touch my nose
n_ggas filled out an app’ but they not built for the road

[outro]
i got real dogsh_t, i ain’t never need a loan
i had_
i had real dogsh_t back when i was doin’ phones
he was f_cked up, he was really sittin’ at home
300_ mmmmmm_
300 for these shorts, i get high and put ’em on
meech

- baby smoove

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