Letra de Hustler’s Anthem V2 - Rob49

(Feat. Birdman, Kevin Gates)

Yeah

'84, '94, '20, two type shit (Yeah)

Out of line, you get your fuckin' top topped

Ain't playin' no games, you pussies

Ayo, this on you, blood

Hold this shit down, blood

You understand me?

Cash Money, Rich Gang wave, nigga

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, thats me

Muscle, what you think?

Pussy, play your lick

I just dropped the lo, I miss my wo

Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope

I put niggas bitches on go

Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope

I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)

I say this nigga lifeless as it go

Yeah, I don't know what happened to my savage but I can’t turn him down

My girl a freak, I kiss her feet before I eat her out

Two years ago, I ain't have nowhere to live (Aight)

Nigga bossed up quick and bought my moms a crib

A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich

December, I was fucked up, you niggas lucked up

My mama put that dope up, to dodge the task force

Money, sex, drugs, violence thats what they told us

Was good for the youth, I'm a baby Larry Hoover (alright)

I bless her, hallelujah, Im fucking her every day

I'm dogging her out every way, eat pussy, crème brûlée

For God, the big boss, the real one, alright

I still keep my hammer incase need to nail something, alright

I still call my ho in case I miss her, alright

I still call my redbone, vanilla, alright

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me

Muscle, what you think?

Pussy, play your lick

I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe

Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope

I put niggas bitches on go

Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope

I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)

I say this nigga lifeless as it go

Alright, guilted on me bad, it made a tear, don't try to stop me

Media been scared 'cause I ain't turnin' out or no problems

Fake rappers actin' like they rockin' how I'm rockin'

Afraid to stand beside me but salutin' me in private

Love the swag, I drop a bag, but you ain't never killed nobody

Say I tried to kick a bitch but I ain't into soccer

Radio won't even play my songs, my own city blockin'

Stop bookin' for me shows, how was I 'posed to feel about it?

Hmm, right back to the kitchen, whoopin' chicken, still empowered

Had one in syringes, for a zip, they kill a body

Luca Brasi, pressure, yeah, that's me

"Kevin, what you think?" "Killer, what you say?"

S-s-slicin' up the white, he caught with sticks and playing hockey

Thought because she owned the restaurant that she could stand on top of me

Told her, "Bend it over", lick her ass and pussy, sloppy

Hit 'em with that voodoo dick and now she bein' toxic

Yeah crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me

Muscle, what you think?

Pussy, play your lick

I just dropped the lo', I miss my woe

Drug dealers sellin' coke and dope

I put niggas bitches on go

Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope

I was shooting dice by the stove (Okay)

I say this nigga lifeless as it go

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