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letra de hustle - omb peezy

[intro: yfn lucci]
(it’s budda beats), look, uh

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
huh, i remember we weren’t makin’ no noise
now i’m probably smokin’ loud in a rolls-royce, huh
thinkin’ ’bout them days i was doin’ dirt, look
we was f-cked up, ain’t have no choice
that money came, these n-ggas acted like i owed them
my b-tch f-cked a n-gga, left me with a cold heart
my main man shoot, he left me with a cold heart
okay, i hate that was your hand, but now you showed it
if chances wasn’t blowin’ you down, sure blowed it
i thought my man was blockin’, i hate to say he told me
i say that ain’t how shawty rockin’, i guess i wasn’t focused
guess he faked it
whole lot of obstacles, but b-tch, we made it, yeah
i used to have that gold rollie, now my sh-t upgraded
i’m gon’ cop that rolls truck, see how far it’s gon’ take me
ayy, when i get that hundred mil’, i’ma make these n-ggas hate me

[chorus: yfn lucci]
okay, i hustle like my daddy, huh
i’ma get that big old house before i get that patek
i’ma buy some vvs’s, let the whole hood have it
hard-headed n-gga, b-tch, we just some savages
hard-headed n-gga, b-tch, we just some savages
on god, goin’ harder than you imagined, hey
[verse 2: omb peezy]
okay, i hustle like my daddy, but that boy ain’t teach me sh-t, yeah
i’m what a b-tch need, i’ll never need a b-tch, yeah
i’m ridin’ like a ten-speed, you ain’t with me, then who you with? (you with)
better pick a side and stay there, won’t play fair, we slangin’ sticks
i just buy him a new chain, he do his thing, his aim legit, yeah
know he won’t say a name, hop out and bang, there go that b-tch right there
came out the trenches, all my bros on the news (they on the news)
feet got too big, gotta take the soles out my shoes (godd-mn)
hand-me-downs, all my clothes ran through (them my big brother’s)
can’t trust these b-tches, these hoes get ran too (for real)
i was forced to live this life, no, i ain’t choose to be a thug (be a thug)
i knew that you would cross me, should’ve been knew what it was (it was)
f-ck it, learned from my mistakes, plus you can’t choose to be in love (for real)
i been tryna change, but it’s so hard to give it up, dawg

[verse 3: yungeen ace]
i swear i’m goin’ harder than ever than i imagined (than i imagined)
remember sleepin’ on the floor, wishin’ for a mattress (i wish)
i was fourteen, boys in the hood, i seen my first body (seen my first body)
older cat looked me in my eyes, “you better not speak about it” (shh)
police, they labeled me as a menace, ‘cused me for different bodies (different bodies)
my n-gga said don’t leave no witness, but he the one who identified me (d-mn)
ridin’ ’round in a rolls-royce (rolls-royce)
sittin’ back, thinkin’ ’bout my life, i ain’t have no choice (i ain’t have no choice)
i ain’t have a child, would i still have to play with toys?
nothin’ was given to me, so i had to take what was yours (come here)
hopped off the porch and got a glock, i ran down, i admit it (i ran down, i admit it)
we catch them n-ggas, knock off his top, anybody can get it (anybody can get it)
i had to hustle to survive, ain’t have no choice but go get it (i ain’t have no choice but go get it)
could never hustle like my daddy ’cause my daddy was in prison (d-mn)
[chorus: yfn lucci]
hustle like my daddy, huh
i’ma get that big old house before i get that patek
i’ma buy some vvs’s, let the whole hood have it
hard-headed n-gga, b-tch, we just some savages
hard-headed n-gga, b-tch, we just some savages

- omb peezy

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