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letra de hustlin' - young scooter

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
i was down, sh-t was slow
n-gg- say he got them bags, but that sh-t hot, yeah
all we know is lay ’em down, yeah we gon’ plot
and if it’s in there we gon’ go in a n-gg-‘s spot
uh, slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure
my brother workin’ that stick, they keep on sw-ngin’ that door
my partner just caught a five ’cause he got caught with that pole
got to keep your mouth shut and play the game how it go, yeah
hustlin’, yeah we were hustlin’
n-gg- get out of line, h-ll yeah we gon’ bust him
n-gg-s that be talkin’ behind your back, you can’t trust ’em
and two words to a snitch n-gg-, motherf-ck ’em, yeah
makin’ plays like i’m in the nba, in and out of state
tryna feed my kids and beat a case
my lil partner got that iron on him, dying to catch a case
sippin’ ’round, pourin’ nines, f-ck a line we need a case, yeah hey

[chorus: yfn lucci]
hustlin’, every day we hustlin’
got to feed the fam so every day we hustlin’
yeah you know we hustlin’
every day we hustlin’
tryna get an m so every day we hustlin’, hey yeah
slangin’ out that bando, we was grindin’ for sure, yeah
hustlin’ every day, we tryna get a bankroll, yeah
everytime you see me you know i’m tryna get more
got to hustle, stack that paper, yeah that’s the way it goes, yeah

[verse 2: young scooter]
three sixty-five hustlin’ means we grind all year
you see this rolex ’round my wrist, b-tch i shine all year
i’m the jugg king so i get jugg man of the year
i was locked up, juggin’ out my cell for real
working out that condo, we was jugging for sure
bust down a thousand pounds, sweep twenty pounds off the floor
still got that ninety-seven acura, with a spot in the floor
i’m ’bout these bricks for life just like that boy shawty lo (l-o)
a lot of n-gg-s jugg but they can’t jugg like this
i got collard greens and i got all white fish
and i don’t need a ho ’cause i could buy your b-tch
it take a real n-gg- to live a life like this

[verse 3: meek mill]
trappin’ out the bando, thirty shot extendo
pop the cartridge in like we playin’ nintendo
put some paper on ’em, make them n-gg-s get low
shootin’ and they tellin’, that’s them n-gg-s m-o, ho!
remember them nights, where was they plannin’ them nights?
remember my n-gg-, all we had dinner was rice
we was just gettin’ it right
out on that corner then they ran up on us ’cause we tryna win win win
we catch a new case and get back out of jail and we do it again-gain-gain
four on a baby, that one twenty-five, they feel like mcgrady and we let ’em fly
maybe i’m wrong, i pray that we k!ll ’em and we never die
be with some n-gg-s that stand up, they only get down on their knees just to pray to allah
we the type [?] of them n-gg-s to spray all them n-gg-s like brrr and go to dubai
you know that it’s on, n-gg- we

- young scooter

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