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letra de koi - hussleway gypsy

[intro]
yeah
okay
it’s the fu–in’ hussle
gypsy
you just gotta know yourself in this life
bow
livin’
they already fu–in’ know
know yourself

[verse 1]
i just do what it say on the tin (ye)
outside my ni–as playin’ to win (ye)
we ain’t just playin’ in the wind (hahahahaha)
we some hurricane kids
if i’m in the rain, i’m still gettin’ paid baby
i ain’t stayin’ in
lets get it ! (bling)
spinners on the waps, not the rims (trrrrrrrrt)
chingers don’t lack for a second
i said ricky put the rammy to his limbs (ricki ricki rick)
fatz did some damage wit’ the ting
had to damage up the sims
now i’m travelling again (neooow)
gypsy !
tryna bill up stamina again, (huhh, huhh)
had to run, i’m on the run, im off the ends
i ain’t wit’ the fashion, wit’ the friends
i’m wit’ the family and blood don’t mean sh-t
it just depends (hussleway)
love is love and some of you pretend
time’s money, affi mind how you spend (ching)
used to only say i’m loving who was at the start
’til i figured its whoever’s at the end
road don’t bend
if i didn’t get the message
then you didn’t press
[hook]
boy you better show some respect !
got the whip, got a chauffeur, what’s next ? (yeah)
got your b-tch with me, she open for s-x (uh)
i ain’t wit’ them ni–as over the fence (trrrt)
these bullets don’t go over your head -gun cl!cks-
gyp pull it ? someone over there dead (whaa?)
shook, most of them are phoning the feds
now i’d rather not a whole in my bread (yeah, yeah)
but this wap cost me only a z
no talking, they dont know me as ted (sshhhhh)
real recognise the phoney as-

[verse 2]
i just do what it say on the tin (ye)
like my ni–as that are stuck in the bing (brrrrr)
count your blessings if your bredrin don’t sing
staying quiet, hear the drop o’ the pin (ping)
don’t stop, wrap the stock in the cling (mmh)
too clean, f–k the cop and the queen (hahahaha)
naa’mean ? not the bottom
stay on top of my women, i don’t dream (hah hah)
no sleep for the wicked
if i do i’m wit’ the bl!cky (bla’)
gyp, take your ‘v’ and the micky girl
biggest ‘l’ i know is of my city (london)
life been a b-tch, too sh-tty
but no one wanna die, life pretty (oooo)
smoke everywhere, its too k!lly
now i smoke dead ones when i bill up -inhales smoke-
put money on some k!llers
which ones wanna k!ll us ? (brrraaaa)
me and ricky been drillers (my bro)
money off the crack like filler
i ‘ont care if you ‘ont feel us (yeah)
still fillin’ up the belly, feel the figures
they ‘ont wanna see us wid’ the bally
smoke like the cali and the mirrors
[hook]
boy you better show some respect !
got the whip, got a chauffeur, what’s next ?
got your b-tch with me, she open for s-x
i ain’t wit’ them ni–as over the fence
these bullets don’t go over your head
gyp pull it ? someone over there dead !
shook, most of them are phoning the feds
now i’d rather not a whole in my bread
but this wap cost me only a z
no talking, they don’t know me as ted
real recognise the phoney as well

- hussleway gypsy

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