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OBN Jay - Hustling Lyrics



OBN Jay - Hustling Lyrics
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(Stay with Vegas on the way)
Having some motion, hop on the road again (road again)
She say she miss me, I had to ask her when (ask her when)
Bad lil' bitch look like her name could be Cheyenne (be Cheyenne)
Hit the plug and send them back, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)

F*ck all the Malcolm shit, only hollows in my middle, yeah
Love me a chopstick, when I blam, I shoot out pickles, yeah
I'm so player, I make my bitch go tat my initials, yeah
Pussy ass nigga don't intimidate me, just make me giggle, yeah
You turned your back, now it's over with, ain't no coming back
A cup of lean, another puff of weed, another Percocet
Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that
(Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that)

Give a f*ck 'bout a nigga or bitch on the real, I been grindin'
When I step I'ma keep me a stick, all this funny lil' shit, all these bodies they findin'
Always solo, you know I be dolo, ain't gotta worry 'bout a snake nigga behind me
Know I like to put hella shit on, but still let my lil' baby come and design me
Never slip up, I stood on my toes, ain't go with the crowd, I know that they wilin'
I pray up for all of my bros, 'cause up in my city I know it's conniving
What the f*ck, I can go 'round the world, f*ck off in the A, catch me in Onyx
My lil' youngin' gon' sit on the under, my days been wonderful, God how I got it
I'ma count up until my embalmment
Thank the Lord for the opportunities and goals accomplished
In the city where anything goes on for money
Sound crazy, but that's how they coming
Ain't no love in the streets, the people they wilin' and thuggin'
Drug abusers get down and niggas don't keep it one hunnid
Man, this shit don't amount to nothin'

Having some motion, hop on the road again (road again)
She say she miss me, I had to ask her when (ask her when)
Bad lil' bitch look like her name could be Cheyenne (be Cheyenne)
Hit the plug and send them back, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)

F*ck all the Malcom shit, only hollows in my middle, yeah
Love me a chopstick, when I blam, I shoot out pickles, yeah
I'm so player, I make my bitch go tat my initials, yeah
Pussy ass nigga don't intimidate me, just make me giggle, yeah
You turned your back, now it's over with, ain't no coming back
A cup of lean, another puff of weed, another Percocet
Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that
(Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that)
You turned your back, now it's over with, ain't no coming back
A cup of lean, another puff of weed, another Percocet
Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that
(Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that)
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(Stay with Vegas on the way)
Having some motion, hop on the road again (road again)
She say she miss me, I had to ask her when (ask her when)
Bad lil' bitch look like her name could be Cheyenne (be Cheyenne)
Hit the plug and send them back, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)

F*ck all the Malcolm shit, only hollows in my middle, yeah
Love me a chopstick, when I blam, I shoot out pickles, yeah
I'm so player, I make my bitch go tat my initials, yeah
Pussy ass nigga don't intimidate me, just make me giggle, yeah
You turned your back, now it's over with, ain't no coming back
A cup of lean, another puff of weed, another Percocet
Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that
(Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that)

Give a f*ck 'bout a nigga or bitch on the real, I been grindin'
When I step I'ma keep me a stick, all this funny lil' shit, all these bodies they findin'
Always solo, you know I be dolo, ain't gotta worry 'bout a snake nigga behind me
Know I like to put hella shit on, but still let my lil' baby come and design me
Never slip up, I stood on my toes, ain't go with the crowd, I know that they wilin'
I pray up for all of my bros, 'cause up in my city I know it's conniving
What the f*ck, I can go 'round the world, f*ck off in the A, catch me in Onyx
My lil' youngin' gon' sit on the under, my days been wonderful, God how I got it
I'ma count up until my embalmment
Thank the Lord for the opportunities and goals accomplished
In the city where anything goes on for money
Sound crazy, but that's how they coming
Ain't no love in the streets, the people they wilin' and thuggin'
Drug abusers get down and niggas don't keep it one hunnid
Man, this shit don't amount to nothin'

Having some motion, hop on the road again (road again)
She say she miss me, I had to ask her when (ask her when)
Bad lil' bitch look like her name could be Cheyenne (be Cheyenne)
Hit the plug and send them back, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)

F*ck all the Malcom shit, only hollows in my middle, yeah
Love me a chopstick, when I blam, I shoot out pickles, yeah
I'm so player, I make my bitch go tat my initials, yeah
Pussy ass nigga don't intimidate me, just make me giggle, yeah
You turned your back, now it's over with, ain't no coming back
A cup of lean, another puff of weed, another Percocet
Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that
(Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that)
You turned your back, now it's over with, ain't no coming back
A cup of lean, another puff of weed, another Percocet
Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that
(Hustling don't give me anything, I gotta work for that)
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Writer: Jeremy Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © RALEIGH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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