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letra de rap hustlin' - cashclick boog & rio da yung og

[intro]
(mia jay c)
(kcg, boy, you k!llin’ ’em)

[verse 1: cashcl!ck boog]
i just watched my dog turn to a hater, it hurt me
her head good, but her ass small, i’ll pay for the surgery
it’s like i’m racin’ to the cake, get the pape’ in a hurry
let my money make more money for me, i ain’t gotta worry
n-gga disrespect clip, four-nick’ll drop him
it be hard for me to quit the lean, i got sippin’ problems
i don’t got sh-t for groupie b-tches, just d-ck to swallow
ain’t used to have sh-t, now i can count up a million dollars
that’s an awful lot of lean, let me get a swallow
just got word from your b-tch you a pillow talker
in the streets makin’ deals, the labels ain’t got no deals to offеr
they let us in the club with a strap, bro concеaled the mossberg
b-tch, my rollie dancin’
gettin’ back m’s from empire and onlyfans checks
right now i’m in the studio with whites, he like, “you just sayin’ sh-t”
up three hundred racks on the ‘gram, this a huge advance, man
on 680 in back-to-back coupes, that’s just how we playin’ sh-t
my plug say he ain’t got no more juice, i’m ’bout to catch a tantrum
when you hear the engine go vroom, that mean the ‘vette just vanished
mia jay, you a fool, ’cause this beat is slammin’
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
you a cappin’-ass n-gga, where them hundred bands at?
this n-gga really took off runnin’, where my fn at?
if boog put a twenty on his head, i’m addin’ ten with that
really rap, but off a f-ckin’ stream check, i don’t depend on that
this n-gga actin’ like a goon, i got a ten for that
ten milli’, hit the n-gga in his leg, now he can’t feel his back
got me f-cked up, i don’t want nan’ one of my ex-b-tches back
finna drink a whole pint of wockhardt, it’s me and midget mack
it ain’t hard at all to catch an m1, just pull the trigger back
send my b-tch to get this eight of wock’, she brought some liquor back
i know she f-ckin’ with a broke n-gga, she brought swishers back
the baddest b-tch i know hoed me in eighth grade and i remember that
we still at e crib down the street from where the ‘spital at
with a thick heart-shaped booty, it was pillow flat
a n-gga never made da yung og buy his pistol back
one day, my strap came up missin’, that got my n-gga whacked
i just drunk a clean six of red and threw a skittle back
they gave unc’ twelve in the feds, he threw a nickel back
me and boogz came four, four, four, we had a sippin’ match
three switches, two dracs, and one ar, that’s where we chillin’ at

[verse 3: bla$ta]
(bla$ta)
i’m too turnt to talk to you, where the k!llers at?
ho, this gp, no reggie, no “where the pickles at?”
lit a n-gga ‘wood, then left resi where the ceiling at
on the ‘gram, all headshots like the b-tch fat
v10, we can spin, i’m on run flats
me and boog got the city, they ain’t want that
on the west coast, free rio, made the b-tch scream that
huh, every time, i sip wock’, bring that one drink back
my clan hardbodied, n-ggas softer than a beanbag
i was blowin’ gas ‘fore a n-gga had a dreamcast
in the field with them yankees, hardball, you gotta think fast
probably a bandicoot, he’ll motherf-ckin’ crash
dog ain’t on sh-t, know h-lla n-ggas you ran on
thirty with a switch, before you dodge ’em, i’ma ram home
i’m known to blast a n-gga with this cannon if you play it wrong
north n-gga all in michigan with fifty grand on
f-ck they hollerin’? i be spinnin’ like the fan on
this b-tch gon’ blow it on her knees like she prayin’ wrong
i’ma respect the game and put my man on
i think her p-ssy get the wettest when a n-gga bring them bands home
huh, he ain’t stand up, the n-gga ran home
my name hot up in the streets, i left the pan on
slammed a b-tch and her mama, so f-ck the friendzone
and you ain’t score until you brought it to the end zone
[outro]
(i hear you, jay c)

- cashclick boog rio da yung og

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