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Panama Jane - Hustler Lyrics



Panama Jane - Hustler Lyrics




Aye Klad you cookn crack
Put the beat on
Here's some damn tea you can put in that hydro flask of yours
You shell necklace wearing ass bitch
If I catch another mother f*cker saying some sksksksk
Type shit ima sksksk my foot up that ass
Try and say and I oop with my foot up your esophagusksksksk
Bitch

Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe

He wants a order of taco panties with some extra sauce on the side
F*cking with me he gone slide
I need a nigga that's down to ride
I need a nigga thats down for swiping
Late night piping counting money early
Bet on this pink pony at the derby
Bet on this boss shit that Im serving
Plenty of face
Whole lot of top
Sit on his face and Im leaving with gwop
Open for business, open for shop
I sweat the track, I sweat the clock
Hustler's hiding money from the table
Dont shoot the club up like cable
Anime Jane keeping them stable
I keep them coming willing and they able
Keeping it hot flipping it fuego
Keeping this shit jumping like a ego
Built from the ground up like a lego
They wanna to sip on the drip like a ladle
My shit slapping without a label
Twat rock a nigga like a cradle
Money spinning in like a dreidel
Bitches finesse bosses finagle

Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe

Okay the coldest ever is in the house
I'm takin these niggas out one by one (F*ck em) without a doubt
A M-A-C-K (Mackn) let me explain
I'm stackin and mackin and never I'm slacking
I'm smoking bih just like a train
I'm Daddies lil girl
Mommies main bitch (Hi mom)
I get that money I hustle my own shit
I'm flipping these stacks I'm contagious (Yeah)
Skinny lil bitch like da 80s (Yeah)
Weak bitches thinking its gravy (Yeah)
Sent that lil bitch straight to Grady (That bitch mad)
I walk in the room as a hustler
You at the table but im the disrupter
Bring all the dick you can muster
I just might cream on that thang like a custard (Smash smash)
Bitches really on some replica
But Im original just like a Tesla
Okay I'm reloaded
Erase you niggas like a editor
Bitch

Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Uh yeah
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Aye Klad you cookn crack
Put the beat on
Here's some damn tea you can put in that hydro flask of yours
You shell necklace wearing ass bitch
If I catch another mother f*cker saying some sksksksk
Type shit ima sksksk my foot up that ass
Try and say and I oop with my foot up your esophagusksksksk
Bitch

Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe

He wants a order of taco panties with some extra sauce on the side
F*cking with me he gone slide
I need a nigga that's down to ride
I need a nigga thats down for swiping
Late night piping counting money early
Bet on this pink pony at the derby
Bet on this boss shit that Im serving
Plenty of face
Whole lot of top
Sit on his face and Im leaving with gwop
Open for business, open for shop
I sweat the track, I sweat the clock
Hustler's hiding money from the table
Dont shoot the club up like cable
Anime Jane keeping them stable
I keep them coming willing and they able
Keeping it hot flipping it fuego
Keeping this shit jumping like a ego
Built from the ground up like a lego
They wanna to sip on the drip like a ladle
My shit slapping without a label
Twat rock a nigga like a cradle
Money spinning in like a dreidel
Bitches finesse bosses finagle

Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe

Okay the coldest ever is in the house
I'm takin these niggas out one by one (F*ck em) without a doubt
A M-A-C-K (Mackn) let me explain
I'm stackin and mackin and never I'm slacking
I'm smoking bih just like a train
I'm Daddies lil girl
Mommies main bitch (Hi mom)
I get that money I hustle my own shit
I'm flipping these stacks I'm contagious (Yeah)
Skinny lil bitch like da 80s (Yeah)
Weak bitches thinking its gravy (Yeah)
Sent that lil bitch straight to Grady (That bitch mad)
I walk in the room as a hustler
You at the table but im the disrupter
Bring all the dick you can muster
I just might cream on that thang like a custard (Smash smash)
Bitches really on some replica
But Im original just like a Tesla
Okay I'm reloaded
Erase you niggas like a editor
Bitch

Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Ima hustla baybe
Thats my daddies maybe
Uh yeah
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Writer: jacel evans, jason newell, vernon taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Panama Jane
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: jacel evans, jason newell, vernon taylor

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