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letra de waddup - kell hustlz

[verse 1]
you know a n-gga bout this money like a muf-ckin scratch and win
how these n-ggas got the juice, they ain’t even got the gin
always bout some action if you want it, all i ask is when
all my n-ggas ball on point, not the pen
tell her girl if you ain’t f-ckin’ ima have to ask ya friend
ain’t got time to fall in love, i dont even fall asleep
always on the move cause i gotta get it when i can
tired as f-ck i wonder how a n-gga stay up on the beat
woah, okay i got it, i got it
these n-ggas struggle they floppin, i got both hands in my pockets
sh-t is easy to me, i know the game like i know these b-tches
so i dont ever get played, boy im always winning
tryna get on that widescreen, 50 inches and over
i dont ride for these other dudes, im with the cosa nostra
the coldest n-gga you know prolly felt this sh-t and got colder
the highest n-gga you know prolly saw this sh-t and felt sober, aw man

[hook]
i got a thing for gettin’ money
pull up in sum new, just to sh-t on all these honeys
dreaming while im awake, prayin’ to see the day
when a n-gga livin’ good sayin’ they ain’t never love me
now waddup, im the sh-t right now
n-gga waddup, im with the clique right now
b-tch waddup, im bout some bizz right now
boy waddup, ill never switch right now
muf-cker waddup

[verse 2]
drop her -ss off just when mami thought she lucked up
if she rollin’ with the gang, know she gettin’ f-cked up
all night sessions in the party got it pumped up
b-tch n-ggas widlin’, hol up, shut the f-ck up
down for whatever, down for whatever
boy you doing great, im doing better
she say im cold, go grab a sweater
n-ggas talkin’ beef, write me a letter
nah… n-gga you dont want these problems
threw my feelings out the door shawty went a caught em
said they on that loud sh-t but i dont hear em talkin’
if you can’t afford to go brush yo t–th, you can’t afford to be flossin’
woah, hold up im gone, n-ggas be cuffin hoes
boy i chase hunnid bills, h-ll yeah im counting those
all night up to the morn, while yall be gettin’ throwed
i swear to god, i dont racked up bout a hundred songs

- kell hustlz

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