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Handsome Lady Records Club - Hustle Man Lyrics



Handsome Lady Records Club - Hustle Man Lyrics




I was sweating like a killer when I flew into Manilla for my contact
I was ducking every eye just waiting for my guy so we could switch bags

I hustle high
Babe, I hustle true
A hustle man gonna hustle you
Watch this hustle go through

I swear that I was followed through the alleys of Morocco by a kingpin
I was holding for a friend when the bargaining began and I was out manned

Hustle Man gonna hustle you
Hustle Man...

Tried to get to Mogadishu 'fore the verdict could be issued I was waylaid
A pretty smile in a cantina from a sentimental chica caused the delay

I lost all my belief in a brothel in Belize when I was handcuffed
My honey took my money but the money it was funny what a hand-off

I was sure it'd be all over when I went to Barcelona for my paycheck
The man there wouldn't pay so I blew him right away and left the interest

I thought I had it made when I slipped out of Belgrade without a stab wound
A scuffle and a tussle won the argument with muscle I was en route

Drug ringer, gun slinger, mother lover, blowin covers
Prize fighter, Friday nighter
Hustle Man
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I was sweating like a killer when I flew into Manilla for my contact
I was ducking every eye just waiting for my guy so we could switch bags

I hustle high
Babe, I hustle true
A hustle man gonna hustle you
Watch this hustle go through

I swear that I was followed through the alleys of Morocco by a kingpin
I was holding for a friend when the bargaining began and I was out manned

Hustle Man gonna hustle you
Hustle Man...

Tried to get to Mogadishu 'fore the verdict could be issued I was waylaid
A pretty smile in a cantina from a sentimental chica caused the delay

I lost all my belief in a brothel in Belize when I was handcuffed
My honey took my money but the money it was funny what a hand-off

I was sure it'd be all over when I went to Barcelona for my paycheck
The man there wouldn't pay so I blew him right away and left the interest

I thought I had it made when I slipped out of Belgrade without a stab wound
A scuffle and a tussle won the argument with muscle I was en route

Drug ringer, gun slinger, mother lover, blowin covers
Prize fighter, Friday nighter
Hustle Man
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Writer: Alec Gross, Jake Hill, Will Knox
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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