Songtext Hustler music Lil' Wayne

Hustler music

Goddamn Missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one Ima paint da city red wit dis one Im ahead wit dis one See u fuckin wit da boys two tours week before christmas. No assisstance (jis) That persisstance me. That committment if- I don't get it somebody gone die tonite- I kno my vibe is tight- And i deserve da throne- if da kid ain't right- den let me die on this song. see i be ridin just Ridin alone Wit my daddy on my mind like u gotta be kiddin How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing Sometimes i wanna drop a tear but no emotions from my king So i'll be So i be who i be thats me Dats Weezy F. Baby and Please say da motherfuckin So i be who i be thats me Dats Weezy F. Baby and Please say da motherfuckin {Chorus} Baby u gotta kno dat im just out here doin what i gotta do for me and u and we eatin So bitch why da fuck is u trippin. Im takin these chances My head 2 da sky My feet on da ground My fingers 2 da judge if da money don't move than i won't budge Won't budge No i won't budge no Naw Vers 2: Money is da motivation Facin the avenue Back touchin the wall Got da weed Got da gun Gotta run when i hear dat bird call (birrr) Dang Hop in dat thang and merk off swerve off U kno me dey call me birdman jr. anybody murderer if Birdman sponser it Phantom of da operah All black- clock tent- locked in I can let dem shots out U can't get no shots in Bullet proof Leave a nigga wit a bullet proof Shoot ya in ya mouth ,leroy? they call him bullet tooth Im like what it do? what it do? Theres a full court Pressure im just going 4 da 2 If im movin for da three Ima take it in a second Even if theres one second ima make it. It's nothin I don't take it for granted I don't take it for nothin. I takee it for what it is worth to da durf motherfucker (yea) Chorus: Repeat 1x Verse 3: i aint neva killed nobody i promise and i promise if u try me he gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back Dat thing will go brrrrat Dat boy will lay flat so flat Dat act is wat i perform amongst u hatas Got nina in my palm and i'm masturbatin' Black Peter pan, fly til i die what u sayin Bathing Ape, Yves Saint, Evisu iz wat i stay in got me feelin Like scarface light da Cohiba Streets reply i look right in the 4 seater you know i be out here ridin the 4 seater top floor of da 4 seasons 4 of dem whores Dey all kno how to cook it up Look i got sum But only one know how da bag bitch fundal up See its a cold world so homey bundle up We ain't on dis grind for nothin now get ya hustle up Chorus