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Kidd Boss the Goat - Hustler of the year Lyrics



Kidd Boss the Goat - Hustler of the year Lyrics
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I know you see me comin' in a six on shoes Watch wrist wide, other wrist blue
People ask you how you do what you do Tell them hard or soft, whatever you choose
Hustler of the year, nigga, that be me I turn one into three
Hustler of the year, nigga, double my D Hear that get gone' beat, that's Sean t
Y'all can all fly high, boss gon' lay low Connected with the mob, so my price gon' stay low
Italian baby moms and her brother named Bruno I makes the paper, save it, save it, stretch it like play-doh
They know I'm cakin', but they been waitin' for me to say so
The escalator is pepper-faded, it's mostly gray, though
Seats mashed potato, color of the yay-o Jorden's cream vanilla, I'm stuntin' on all you A-hoes
Nino jefe, Jesse poinsette , I'm bout my bankrolls
Know a lot of Puerto Ricans kill you for them pesos
Trips to Puerto Rican rice and beans, no egg rolls
I'm still eatin' healthy, remember them lost tape songs, I know you seen me
Come in in a six on shoes, watch wrist white, other wrist blue
People ask, dude, how you do what you do Tell them hard or soft, whatever you choose
Hustler of the year, nigga, that be me I turn one into three
Hustler of the year, nigga, that be me I turn one into three
Hustler of the year, nigga, double my D Hear that get gone' beat, that's Sean t
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I know you see me comin' in a six on shoes Watch wrist wide, other wrist blue
People ask you how you do what you do Tell them hard or soft, whatever you choose
Hustler of the year, nigga, that be me I turn one into three
Hustler of the year, nigga, double my D Hear that get gone' beat, that's Sean t
Y'all can all fly high, boss gon' lay low Connected with the mob, so my price gon' stay low
Italian baby moms and her brother named Bruno I makes the paper, save it, save it, stretch it like play-doh
They know I'm cakin', but they been waitin' for me to say so
The escalator is pepper-faded, it's mostly gray, though
Seats mashed potato, color of the yay-o Jorden's cream vanilla, I'm stuntin' on all you A-hoes
Nino jefe, Jesse poinsette , I'm bout my bankrolls
Know a lot of Puerto Ricans kill you for them pesos
Trips to Puerto Rican rice and beans, no egg rolls
I'm still eatin' healthy, remember them lost tape songs, I know you seen me
Come in in a six on shoes, watch wrist white, other wrist blue
People ask, dude, how you do what you do Tell them hard or soft, whatever you choose
Hustler of the year, nigga, that be me I turn one into three
Hustler of the year, nigga, that be me I turn one into three
Hustler of the year, nigga, double my D Hear that get gone' beat, that's Sean t
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Writer: Jesse Poinsette
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




Performed By: Kidd Boss the Goat
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: Jesse Poinsette
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