Juicy J

Juicy J - Real Hustler's Don't Sleep lyrics

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(Feat. Space Ghost Purp & ASAP Rocky)

Get your mother fucking paper up

And quit hating on otha niggers, man!

Y'all niggers is crazy out here, man!

Why you niggers be out here with that bullshit?

You already know I’m gonna be at,

The mother fucking bank!

Chorus: (x2)

Real hustlers don’t sleep, we takin naps

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like napps

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase

And you haters getting lapped

Hood Nigga But A Good Dude

Good Nigga But A Hood Dude

Chik You Dont Know What i Been Through

So You Don’t Know What I Could Do

They’re hating on me, they talk down

They talk threats that’s good news!

Margiella Raf Simons Them Rick Owens is good shoes

Getting paid, I’m in the good mood

Old school, Slabs In It

Real 24 Karats In It , Courtesy Of My Black Dentist

Trill bitch, Ad libing , that’s what I call eloquence!

I’m Gettin Brain She sucking dick

Thats what I call intelligence

Tell a fella, Tell a Gent,

tell a friend, Then Tell a Friend

All I fuck is lesbians Fuck Her Till She Celibate

White Bitches Love Taylor Swift ,

Tell a bitch I’m hella Swift

Hustling every day With My Twin and Juicy J!

Chorus: (x2)

Real hustlers don’t sleep, we takin naps

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, balled up like napps

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase

And you haters getting lapped

Hi guys, what’s up bitch

My name is Purp

I’m fucking your bitch, and I made her Squirt

I’m going to be rich, as I put in work

She’s all on my dick, as I make her Squirt

Yo Moind will get hurt,

My lyrics Murk, niggas wit triggers, and find them in dirt!

Man, I like to flirt, Im all in her skirts

I smash it, and pass it, and watch that bitch twerk

One day, one day, you know I’m going to become a

God of the fucking country

Do What you want to

See Gunplay

Chorus: (x2)

Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like..

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase

And you haters getting lapped

You’re not getting money, man

You’re already ..

..in my private jet, bitch I’m getting fly

Juicy J the boss, ain’t no way I’m getting fired

I’m on too much shit to name ain’t no way I’m getting high

Let’s go!

I’ve been chasing money, since a young ni**a from Memphis

I see dead presidents, I think I got six senses.

Yeah, we’re on the money trend, you just write the vengeance

On the purple and the yellow, call it Barney and the Simpsons.

Out in Taiwan smoking ching chang chong roll it in a cigarillo, chief it in a bong.

Ask me what I’m doing, getting high and count money (KA CHING)

And I’m counting all day cause the money keep coming!

Chorus: (x2)

Real hustlers don’t sleep, we take a nap

Cigarillo full of hairy shit, bottles like..

Got my eyes on you snakes, like craps, on a paper chase

And you haters getting lapped

Thanks to Mac Mang for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Hemi Hendrixxx for correcting these lyrics

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