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letra de the hustle (freestyle) - sliime

[intro]
(what’s his name?)
(oh my-)
(oh boy)
(yeah it’s great)

[chorus]
aye, look
it’s the hustle, i just need mine
i look forward, i don’t rewind
bro’s clear off a b-line and still made four and a half
started doing up sea life
it’s getting harder to trust so i keep real dawgs in the cut
i ain’t f-cking with felines
that’s why i get mine cheap as f-ck from the cleanest crops
i ain’t talking ’bout resize
[verse]
i tried cutting her off ’cause i thought it was right
now she like “sliime, you’re wrong
i’m out here tryna drop heartful texts”
f-ck that b-tch go write me a song like
“prove that you’ll give me time, stay for the night”
again, i can’t it’s long
how the f-ck do we argue worse than before
when i came here to right my wrongs but look
i smoke serial milk that’s cali
i see the zombies lining the alley
i just know if it gets too mad imma need me a mystery box on the tally
she’s got jimmies, but no plan bs
i can’t lie i weren’t feeling too happy
but now i don’t care ’cause she’s dropped me the addy
late night one’s and i’m chilling with abbey
sorry i got bare sh-t in my passy
but she don’t care ’cause the whip came classy
gladly she take backshot in the backseat
not that comfortable but i’m [?]
spit in her mouth now she calling me daddy
where’s your daddy?
oh yeah her dad’s in the yard like
please stop seeing that paki
mad ting i need some sh-t imma be right back
now my phone’s getting filled with missed calls
she look bare s-xy when she p-ssed off
sh-t, now i gotta text back like “i missed you”
i didn’t lease this whip he’s my g like that
but now i don’t even know where the whip’s parked
cah’ i got a sheet like this and a sheet like that
and put two whole grams in a rizzler
let’s not talk ’bout what’s in my cup
you p-ssios couldn’t ever cut this sh-t
i’m feeling the wave and i love this bit
too far in the cars i need oxygen
two-two rev when i park this whip
gotta stare and i holler my accomplishments
you dun kno she ain’t never got this l!ck
put the windows up i hotbox this b-tch
[?] i thought we were broke
and it’s not my fault he’s an addict
i can still give blems out to darren
and i really hope one day he can manage
but for now, probably not happening
’cause him and his mates in the alley
and bro’s still getting that fresh putting that in the press
and you know that the ting’s organic
[chorus]
it’s the hustle, i just need mine
i look forward, i don’t rewind
bro’s clear off a b-line and still made four and a half
started doing up sea life
it’s getting harder to trust so i keep real dawgs in the cut
i ain’t f-cking with felines
that’s why i get mine cheap as f-ck from the cleanest crops
i ain’t talking ’bout resize

- sliime

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