hustle

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try to throw me and you'll catch a body
white girl on white girl but she off the molly
fucked up graveyard like a xanax zombie
we fight for power we fight like army
can't see shit with this versace on me
strapped up naw we aint karate homie
after that i went home to get sloppy toppy
walk around like i don't gotta glock up on me
eat yo hits like some macaroni
ima gangster face just like al caponie
I'm italian call me rigatoni
ima wake up late i don't fuck with mornings
ima come back later to get money for me
i get the income right before recording
my shit tight whys yours so boring
I'm whipping n drifting four foreigns
breezy
hustlin we some bustaz
bustin we some hustlas
bustin up some hustlas
sloppy sluts dont trust us
glocky cocked dont bust up
oxycotin snort up
chambers overdosed and died and saw jesus
except for i died in a river near phoenix
leave us we was once the real ones
little caesars eating pizza leanin
sees us feeding peanuts
to our trunk ak the penis
listen ima be right back once this tree burns
ima have to take a timeout coach cuz my knee hurt
idgaf about a pussy if he pull up
if he do then he get popped like soda
ima smash a icy bitch out in minnesota
you be sitting on your sofa waitin on that fuckin glo up
so what; you be on that shit that no one knows of
even if you were across states you'd be nervous
cuz normally after 4 drinks id be stumbling but this bourbon done nothing
to me little funny

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Jaxxin
Member since February 20 2017

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