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- 50 Cent Hustler 歌詞
- 50 Cent
- Dont make this complicated
My old school candy painted
I hustle hard
When I come through they like Oh my God That nigga clean
From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 ounce
And move it Im a hustler baby
Im a hustler baby
My mind on the money I aint tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it Im a hustler baby
Im a hustler baby
I come through I had the hoes like 'Who he
Seats in the old school Louis
Shoes and the belt buckle Louis
We dont need more details now do we
Let em sag my swag is True Religion
You gonna need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with weed this is classy and hood
Drama llama time nigga whats good
Dominos motherf**ker its time to collect
Stack paper like Im trying to fix the national debt
Im just doing what I wanna do I trip these set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 ounce
And move it Im a hustler baby
Im a hustler baby
My mind on the money I aint tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it Im a hustler baby
Im a hustler baby
Get on my level bitch Im careful who I kick it with
We talk market and distribution and politics
Got a chip on my shoulder chip off the whole block
I sell the chip of a whole rock 10 dollars a pop
Im a magnet the bitch cant help but watch me
Socks drawers undershirt Versace Versace Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion
I express myself so the question Im askin
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit
We aint promised tomorrow nigga go on and get the shit
That skull and bones that Alexander McQueen thing
In case you aint notice this a Queens thing
From the beginning it was written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 ounce
And move it Im a hustler baby
Im a hustler baby
My mind on the money I aint tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes
But dig it Im a hustler baby
Im a hustler baby
Oh its cold out here
Its my kind of weather Im cold blooded
Its 50
When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans thats bulletproof bomb proof leather six what else
When I go hard I go hard
When I dont want you to see me I switch it up
Im in that black on black Porsche Panamera
In the back like Ooh wee
We rolling
I hustle man its what I do man
Wait niggas gon try and tell me how to do this
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