One 50 - Happy Hawa lyrics

rate me

From the hustle house baby I'ma take you higher

Hold on the flyer cause I'm a rider

I'ma take you to where ever you want to fly

Then back to happy mawa flight

Now I move on the speed of sound, producer give me the murder time

Let the beat flip before the beef start to clips

Let me do my gangsta freestyle and get high in the 1847 flight

This is no joke, see my lyrics in the true book

You can find me on facebook

I'm back again in this cool shit

Black ninja of all time rolling with the Thai monks

Really I don't jerk when I melt the beat to scar the heat

Gangsta up, I got my rap hammers up, my little gangsta what's up

Now this my hour and my sound

No turning back, I'm just doing this for my hood

The hustlers got to live in big dreams

Self made gangsta got no rap beef

24-7 I clap spits till the whole city jam up to show me that what's up

Niggas welcome to the hustle house hammers up

Cool rap tycoon bullets bounce, I do it gangsta like brown monster

One 50, L.I.B rap doctor, you know what I'm about

I got the money saying hello, oh yo

I walk around like a murder crab

Just black, I can't say stop, drop top lab

Now tell me who doing the best of shit from the bomb bricks

So many kungfu in the weed smoke I book on fast speed boat

I don't ride with no stupid goat, who have made this rap show

My pen got no hollow bitch

Outlaw mafia getting this gangsta shit on final stage

Liberia number one rapper, one 50, hustle I'm coming back

The streets talk but I don't give a penny, I'm busting

Fofo general got your guns smoking

Kids rush for the cookies from Ma Jackie

Gangbangers clutching, I got my rap game floating

The heat got the rest of the haters blood melting

Eat KFC all day like Georgie O. Grand

Get the FC fat like B.I.G in the bank

Smile for me baby and don't let me get trap by the C.I.D

Blow,oh, I'm so cool with this cold world flicks

Bury you with some bombs when you try to fuck up my gangsta shit

Niggas you are now welcome to the hustle house iron bricks

Ya rappers now feeling the spirits of BKK

Yeah, I ride with the big AK

The pen smile, so I make the lyrics clap the mic pass

So what can you do now, you sweating monster

Ya can't fuck with gangsta

I wrote this shit, son on, ya know the real thug in this bitch

Blast-blast all enemies out

Motherfuckers know what I can do and what I can prove

This is the winner now

Hustle house rap doctor

One 50