Ca$his - Imma Hustla lyrics

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Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough

Suffer then the regular hoe

I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know

And when you hit the ground I’ll know

You ain’t got no paper left

Better get your paper right

I don’t go to sleep nigger

I don’t even say good night

Get it day and night

I’m slinging like I’m weighing right?

Stay and fight bust the douglas

Slay a mic hustlers lovers

Y’all crazy thinking that you can compare me

To other suckers

It’s all gravy motherfuckers

Cause I smother fuckers

Keep the language of the streets

When I’m banging beats

When Jeezy used to hang with Meech

Rocking more shine

Winning bankers winning rich

They no stop like I’m getting close line

Like I’m hanging sheets

Slow the house

Nickel Joey I ain’t hour

How a crook get a symbol by the higher power

The power in my coup,

I’m the Eiffel Tower

And my host has got more toasts

Than a bridal shower

Hear the pain in my voice

When I hear the ray pitch

I was born in a ditch

But Imma die rich

Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough

Suffer then the regular hoe

I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know

And when you hit the ground I’ll know

Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough

Suffer then the regular hoe

I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know

And when you hit the ground I’ll know

The repercussions for...

Tie’em up, put them in the trunk

Hit the speaker romping

My speech is running

Is cooking coke on the easy oven

Don’t be easy

Smoking all my weed in public

Had the two to fuck it

Pulling up my...

I ain’t talking luncheon

When I say that all my dreams and...

Your life is like an after party

See niggers running

You nigger ain’t retaliate for nothing

You know that hard talk was just bluffing

And you niggers is not trusting

Money Imma touch it ball over

Niggers live of it

But Imma dust from it

Let you finding the pussy

I ain’t worried bout nothing

I keep my grill up on my stomach

Noen of you pussy niggers want it come on

Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough

Suffer then the regular hoe

I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know

And when you hit the ground I’ll know

Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough

Suffer then the regular hoe

I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know

And when you hit the ground I’ll know

If you chipping eyes to ties

It’ll be the cause of your demise

I bring the...to your corpses

See the storm that’s in my eyes

And from the eyes of the echelon

Use to hack it low

So wretched for...

Hustle with the mind is divine

Is a form of script

Put the formula on formula

And agonizing the souls

I can masturbate

When money in the jack it lay low

These will multiply my equity

The industry just diving me

I swear to soul I use this remedy

Rich in my faith

I get rich in my Gilligan

The problem isn’t real

I’m an issue Miss America

I’ve been raised to be a warrior

A form of notorious

Down with the snitch

No rails in your posters

My own CD for the soldiers

Imma hustler, I’ve been selling name for a hoe

He’s a buster, siding with the Jakes and I know

I don’t trust ya, I’m riding with the fire that grow

If it’s hot enough to burn and inspire your soul

Imma hustler, find me where it’s wrecked and dough

Suffer then the regular hoe

I don’t trust her riding with the iron you know

And when you hit the ground I’ll know