Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - We Hustle

rate me

Yeah, I'm a let you know somethin' 'bout me

I'm a 7 boy, know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah!

I'm on a pound of that oil, that sticky icky

To go with it, some of that 'tuss, yeah

What you know 'bout it? Nothin'

Let me get at 'em

Hey, five key's in the freezer while you sittin' on 'em

I use to hide 'em in the cupboard had the kitchen funky

I'm a superstar hustler all the bitches want me

But I'm just tryin' to get my money, keep the piglets off me

I'm in the coupe with ten g's in the school bag

That's food cash, I got work on campus, news flash, yes

Weezy fuckin' baby, with his rude ass, bitch

In a thermal over the flamer, I had the gun cocked

And I know you see it like Yung Joc

I'm just sippin' on that Remy Blood

And I need some ice to light my hands up like MJ gloves

While you cuffin' that girl ass, you know she sharin' that

Cause I made the Coupe roof, do a disapearin' act

Now cricks wanna snitch, I ain't tryin' to do a corny bid

I wanna shine, so I grind like Horny kids

Wait, I told you get the cake or I roast ya

Gats drawn, mask on, like it's late October

Now bitches wanna please me, cause I did a song with Weezy

Actin' all sceezy, oh ma, take it easy

Right after I bust on your chin, you gotta leave me

I told you that I wasn't your friend, you should believe me

I'm a P to the I to the M to the P-O

If I get books, still get my kush from the C-O

Cause this is murda, murda music

So run, run and get your gun and use it

Man, and we hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, hay

We also hustle, hustle, hustle, we hustle, yeah

Yeah money over bitches, don't show her where your stash dummy (naw)

Need a bird man, so I'm hollerin' at Cash Money

Then I'm gon' chop it up (yeah) see the fiends coppin up (okay)

Feds they be watchin' us (yeah) lookin' through binoculars (uh huh)

But they ain't stoppin' us (no) they don't know where the block'd'r'us (no)

Drama Boy Click if you run up, then my glocks'll bust (yeah)

My plan is to put man lead in ya guys (okay)

My brother on my side in that black 745 (c'yeah)

No tints, you can see my face (uh huh) when I squeeze the 8

Ridin' up on ya point blank range (bang) piece of cake

It's that murda music for them coca movers (c'yeah)

Gangster's floatin' to us (c'yeah) they load they toasters to it (okay)

They shot D's, definiton of a drama boy (drama boys)

I'm ridin', out Expedition with the lima to it (ah ha)

And let me find out your strip is twerkin' (c'yeah)

You gon' end up a missin' person, I need the bricks for certain

Shot at ya Maybach Windows and rip they certain's (yeah)

Call up the funeral home now and get the hurses (get the hurses)

Been knew you niggas was bitches, ya'll need to get some purses

This for them trap stars actin' like ya'll rappers with them glass jaws

Yeah, you said it's money, money, murda, murda

Yeah, they call me threats, I put that gat and straight, serve ya

Niggas talkin' burners, like they got the fuckin' nerve ta

Pussy, I will hurt ya, murk ya, broad day

Pop up like Bishop the Extiler, up in the hallway

I spit it, cause I live it, the difference is you all think

Dippin' from the destrict, movin' swiftly with this Pav-kay

Hit you in your biscuit, while you slippin' on a off day

Nigga this is Heartlay, c'yeah, the hottest to spit

But it's real like when your bitch made it burn when you piss

Nigga I'll, I give 'em chills, when I burn 'em with this

I'm too hot with two glocks, I can earn 'em with digits

So much money to be made (made) dollars to be spent (spent)

C'yeah, niggas try to dig my grave, holla when you catch

Every fuckin' slug nigga, shoot you in your mug nigga

Cops want me locked down, inditement as a drug dealer

They said I popped them shots cause I'm a thug nigga

The truth I'll pop them glocks 'cause I don't love niggas

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