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aoc obama - hustler lyrics

[intro: aoc obama]
big aoc in this b-tch, ayy

[chorus]
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler (big aoc)

[verse 1: aoc obama]
can you believe this sh-t?
labels callin’, playin’ like they don’t need this sh-t?
f-ck y’all, i’m ’bout to leave this b-tch
’cause all my n-gg-s in the trap, they believe this sh-t
all the bad b-tches f-ckin’ with me
jealous n-gg-s wanna k!ll me
got me feelin’ like nipsey (cuh-rip)
man, f-ck all of you snitches
let me take you back to the eighth grade
it was just a quarter ounce hard and a razor blade
sleepin’ on the yard, in my car with nowhere to stay
now i live in buildings with n-gg-s that’s in the nba
f-ckin’ b-tches from back in the day
left for a minute just to trap, i’m back in the a
millionaire, no gd
hustle man, hustle man, yeah, that’s me

[chorus]
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler (yeah)
you make one h-ll of a hustler (ayy aoc, what the f-ck goin’ on, n-gg-? let’s get it)

[verse 2: peezy]
my mama raised one h-ll of a hustler, my daddy raised a savage (yeah)
granny told me get what i deserve, don’t ever live average (nope)
i jumped in the game headfirst, can’t go out -ss-backwards (i can’t)
used to sell collard greens and yams, tryna get that cabbage (for real)
my young b-tch just called, she need some money for her lashes (h-llo?)
i told that lil’ ho i got her when i get my taxes (lil’ b-tch)
me and you is not the same, i’m in a different bracket (for real)
me and you don’t live the same, i live ’round them mansions (real talk)
went to atlanta on a monday, left a check in magic (city)
left a puddle in the parking lot, had on too much fabric (drippin’)
i see p-ssy n-gg-s from afar, i don’t need no gl-sses (nope)
keep a thigh pad at all times, i don’t use no plastic (f-ck plastic)
i put n-gg-s in position to take care of family (boss)
stack that paper to the sky ’cause it’s gon’ come in handy (for real)
got a trophy on my wrist, ain’t never won no grammy (nope)
and we ain’t beggin’ for sh-t, word to my n-gg- sammy (huh?)

[chorus]
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler

[verse 3: aoc obama]
h-ll no, i can’t commercial rap
i just bought a car wash, you know, commercial trap
i flash money ’cause i paid my tax
and all you n-gg-s taking long, you don’t deserve the pack, ayy
i never lied to my plug, but i’ll to my ho and i’ll lie under oath (d-mn)
i sell a bible to the devil, sell some p-rn to the pope, i sell a dirty n-gg- soap
uh, yes, i’m the salesman
every time my n-gg-s call from jail, i’m the bailsman
ayy, plug call, said them bails in
and i bring ’em straight to your door, i’m the mailman
hey, my hustle game so ape
you can throw me with gorillas, i’ll come out wearin’ bape
you can throw me in the woods
i’ll cut your trees down, start building neighborhoods

[chorus]
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler
you make one h-ll of a hustler

- aoc obama lyrics

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