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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizepart of the game feat rileyy lanez nle choppa
Yeah, yeahYeah, yeahI'm a hustler, baby, I'm a hustler, baby (Yeah)I know heartbreaks, setbacksBitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get backI been through the ups and downs, you know I get aroundSo to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)If I ain't the coke man, or the dope manI'm almost for sure man, I gotta take itDon't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play withMake money, make-make, make moneyWhen shit hit the fan, we'll take money, South sidеBe with the best of 'еm, gun shot at the rest of 'em (Yeah)Checks, I'm collectin' 'em, check, boy, I'm finessin' em (Haha, oh, oh)Bag Supreme, boy you fuck around, put a big bag on your head'Fore the weather break you're deadLet's get to it, they don't do it like we do it (Nah)Cop it, whip it (Oh, oh) , bag it, flip itRe-up, we up, G'd up, whaddup? (Yeah)Money 'round this bitch, still not givin' a fuck (Ayy)When it come to that paper there'll be no complications (Haha, that's right)Put a hole in a nigga right in front of you, your heartbeat pacin'And it's alright, that's how we do it on this sideNiggas get to it on this side (Yeah, yeah)I know heartbreaks, setbacksBitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get backI been through the ups and downs, you know I get aroundSo to me, it's all a part of the game (Ah, ah, yeah)If I ain't the coke man, or the dope manI'm almost for sure man, I gotta take itDon't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Yeah, yeah)Robberies turned homicide (NLE, the Top Shotta)It's nothin' to play with (Ayy)It's all a part of the game, you gotta play your cards rightDon't get caught without the pipe all night, lurkin' on sightNever go without a fight, win or lose, or wrong or rightProtect your life 'cause I'll [?] you like you was just a biteTwo Cuban links just like I'm Tity Boi, ridin' 'round your city, boyTwo-tone boogers up in my face look like a Chip AhoyMore money, more problems, got me feelin' like I'm Diddy, boy (Yeah, yeah)Biggie, boy, now you see why these hoes get jiggy for me (Oh, oh)Try to post up on his block, I bet we won't allow 'emMight grab that nigga off the lot, we pull 'em in the alley (Yeah, yeah)We need some silence, suppress 'em when he start rattlin' (Yeah, yeah)As you drivin', there'll be hell when you done did a robbery (Yeah, yeah)Not your hoe man, I'm the boss manNot the dope man but I bring the propaneHe had a scope on it but he hit 'em close rangeStormy days but you know we bringin' more rainsI know heartbreaks, setbacks (Hey, NLE, Top Shotta, nigga)Bitch, if I crap out, I'm sure I'ma get backI been through the ups and downs, you know I get around (Yeah)So to me, it's all a part of the game (Brrt, brrt)If I ain't the coke man, or the dope man (Hey)I'm almost for sure man, I gotta take itDon't need to say shit, I'm gon' take it (Hey, hey)Robberies turned homicide, it's nothin' to play with (Hey, hey)Welcome to the South sideYeah, yeahOohYeah, yeah, yeahYeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
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