Información de la canción En esta página puedes encontrar la letra de la canción Hustle In Me, artista - LUD FOE. Fecha de emisión: 16.08.2018
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Hustle In Me |
| Damn Wonder, you made this beat? Maaaan |
| Skrrt, skrrt, yeah |
| This is some money shit, bitch |
| You know how we rockin', nigga |
| YSN, Young Street Niggas |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Get your guns up, get your funds up |
| You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch |
| Gang, gang, gang |
| Boochie Gang |
| I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I’ma run me up a check |
| I put pressure on their neck and I ain’t lettin' up yet |
| Thought this bitch was boutta die on me, I shouldn’t gave her X |
| Got a felon in my car ridin' round with that Tec, bitch |
| In the club tryna show hard, check out my bougette |
| With a bitch witch a black card, she think I’m impressed |
| Bitch addicted by them fast cars, when you got a check |
| Young dope dealin', rich living nigga from the 'jetcs |
| Bitch, about the bar |
| I’m so motherfucking drunk I can’t find my car |
| Just bust some Cartier frames, cost me two stacks |
| And two bad bitches with me and they both stacked, bitch |
| My exhaust spittin' fire, I snatched the motor out the 4508 Spider |
| I stepped up in the gas, and it got my car excited |
| If you lookin' for your bitch, I just left her at the hire |
| See my ride past, all I do was wanna buy it |
| I’m in the kitchen whippin', tryna make my future brighter |
| I’m sellin' dope, pull up, serve your ass if you a buyer |
| We pat you down at the front door in case you wired, bitch |
| I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I’ma run me up a check |
| I put pressure on their neck and I ain’t lettin' up yet |
| Thought this bitch was boutta die on me, I shouldn’t gave her X |
| Got a felon in my car ridin' round with that Tec, bitch |
| In the club tryna show hard, check out my bougette |
| With a bitch witch a black card, she think I’m impressed |
| Bitch addicted by them fast cars, when you got a check |
| Young dope dealin', rich living nigga from the 'jetcs |
| You can smell that OG kush 'cause I opened up the jar |
| Got that Draco in the car, and it tear you apart |
| Make me lump under your fortune, go to sleep up in your yard |
| Would you diss me on your tape, and that shit wasn’t even hard, bitch, bitch |
| I been ballin' for a long time, Mark McGuire |
| Your bitch tryna put her buns on my Oscar Myer |
| And right now I’m so hot, I could start a fire |
| Get to scrappin' in the club, you’s a motherfuckin' liar |
| Mix Givency with the Gucci, shit that make up my attire |
| Make you wonder how them Forgi’s fit in them itty, bitty tires |
| Better come with my deposit 'fore you put me on your flyer |
| And if you lookin' for that work, then nigga, I’ll be your supplier, bitch, |
| bitch |
| I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I’ma run me up a check |
| I put pressure on their neck and I ain’t lettin' up yet |
| Thought this bitch was boutta die on me, I shouldn’t gave her X |
| Got a felon in my car ridin' round with that Tec, bitch |
| In the club tryna show hard, check out my bougette |
| With a bitch witch a black card, she think I’m impressed |
| Bitch addicted by them fast cars, when you got a check |
| Young dope dealin', rich living nigga from the 'jetcs |