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letra de hustlin' is da skillz - l.o.g.

[l.o.g. talking]
hustla, i be hustlin’, i be the hustla, n-gga

[l.o.g.]
i be the boss balla, body haula, in a hurst, put in work, and do my dirt
i plan it first, get with my cl!ck and, they learn they sh-t
now we out on the flight hittin’ motherf-ckin’ l!cks
no talkin’ sh-t, we got some business
we gotta handle with the ski mask, stocking bands, bandanas
more ammo for the calico, street sweeper, 9 millimeter, glock
mack 90 with the beams on top, hustlin’, strong muscle heavy
takin’ over, patrol ya
they run in your sh-t like a desert storm soulja
screamin’ “wartime, what is yours is now mine”
now can you define, a hustla, must be me l.o.g. from the s.a.c
the m-o-b ’til i d-i-e, now do you feel me, these n-ggas that try to k!ll me
i’m with it, i got some caps i wanna peel g, to the chest, straight slug ’em
cause i don’t love ’em, ‘matter of fact, this a jack, so motherf-ck ’em
he got some nerve, tryin to lie ’bout that quarter bird
not knowin’ that hustlin’ is the sk!lls to pay bills

[chorus]
hustlin’ is the sk!lls to pay the bills n-gga
hustlin’ is the sk!lls to pay the bills n-gga
hustlin’ is the sk!lls to pay the bills n-gga
hustlin’ is the sk!lls, hustlin’ is the sk!lls

[l.o.g.]
now get yo -ss on the ground, b-tch spread yo legs
put yo hands on yo head, you move, ya dead
cause see i’m jackin’ for your loot, your motherf-ckin’ yayo
no time to bail, you got to go, you gotsta go
so say your prayers, motherf-cker look me in my eyes
you ’bout to die, (gun c-ck, gun blast), goodbye
me and my n-ggas, we can’t get no jive
hop in the ride, with the ski mask, go out and ride
for yo merchandise, i even take yo life
and after midnight, you besta stay the f-ck out of site
i’m not a player hater, i’m just a player breaker
i catch him slippin’, then your broke, and then yo -ss is smoked
cause i done told ya, i’m a soulja
l!ckin’ motherf-ckers out they boulders
crack, let me get that out you black
you f-ckin’ ’round with some n-ggas who like to ride and jack
for a livin’, so n-gga thanks for your givin’
and if you wouldn’t gave, you would’ve slept in your grave
so you best not never slip, cause n-ggas like me
l.o.g., is jackin’ for your ?????

[chorus]

[l.o.g.]
kickin’ in doors and slappin’ hoes, dope and gold
for the love of cash flows, who knows
what you get hittin’ l!cks n-gga, i’m gettin’ greedy like uncle scrooge
with a nina millimeter, i need a, ‘nother victim to take, to break
he hesitate, to make, i can’t wait, to penetrate, his chest plate
no fake, i be buckin’ ’em, and when you see l.o.g., i be hustlin’
cause n-ggas in my cl!ck, jackin’ for yo sh-t, packin’ sh-t thats chrome
ready to bring it on, pump a tool to your dome, ’bout to send you home
in a body bag, cause thats yo -ss n-gga
ski mask way, is the ways i raise my cash these days, n-gga, and i’mma get paid

[chorus]

[l.o.g. talking]
i be the hustla, l.o.g., who i be, a motherf-ckin’ hustla

- l o g

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