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letra de hustla - yung redd

(-talking-)
you know, why i hustle for mine (yeah)
mo’f-ckers, i’m still on the grind
ay h.$.e. n-ggas, g’s up yeah

[hook]
let me get a h, yeah i hustle all the time
now let me get a u, understand i’m about mine
let me get a s-t-l-e-r
i’m a hustling -ss n-gga, my money so large

[yung redd]
the streets is wet i know, i preach this gutter flow
a go round come back n-gga, you reap what you sew
never took that much time, for me to know
see i just planted my seed, and let my money grow
time reveal i’m real, these other n-ggas hoes
and everyday’s a gamble, so let the dice roll
where i’m from, i been repping from unteen
it’s been my theme, my earrings high beam
yeah yung redd enough said, i bump heads
with these n-ggas, who thought that i couldn’t make enough bread
a hundred deep, i’m so strong
get high in the plane, wet i smoke his own grown

[hook]

[lil’ ron]
grinding’s a habit, i’m making this cabbage
block move like clockwork, if anybody asks
same as the glock work, do it without a mask
learn to take it slow, when i’m making fast cash
dro smoking, out of gas masks
the best gr-ss put some’ing in the bank, stack and don’t touch that
so for crack, just show me where them bucks at
pull up in that truck, trust me sl-ts love that
i could show you how to make ya doubles, smooth like b-tter
but remember, i been through the struggle me and my brother
smuggle sh-t through check points, with no trouble
get a room and a coffee mug, make them hoes bubble

[hook]

[yung redd]
f-ck you, and any n-gga you run with
you can play that punk sh-t, till you hear that yung n-gga
that get’s the deal in the hood, we them n-ggas they come get
i’m all grind small time, l!cks i’m done with
and it seem to me, y’all n-ggas ain’t g’s to me
must be a dream and y’all forseen, in the streets with me

[lil’ ron]
i keep my heat with me, and send five where your chest at
and them greentip bullets, going through that vest black
i’m taking them green dollas, to where them checks at
to the bank account, i put em and then i bring em out
f-ck what you thinking bout, i ain’t with that hanging out
lil’ ron getting paper, you wish you could make it out

[hook]

(-talking-)
yeah, i don’t know what the f-ck
these n-ggas, was thinking out here (sucka free)
we still on the grind mayn, we ain’t never left mayn
h.$.e. mo’f-ckers, yeah

- yung redd

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