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baldacci - hustler man lyrics

[hook: peterbilt] x2
one by one
all my haters falling down
like domino effect
they try to step
but they can’t
cause i’m a smooth hustler man

[verse 1: sonny blue]
it takes money to make money
scary money’s no good
i bet the jale i’m pushin’
winding up in your hood
smooth hustle money man
no one hustle better than
i got what you need though
now who got the upper hand?
we move in silence
packin’ burners with them silencers
i’m blending in with made men
f-ck these scavengers
haters they irrelevant
so i pay em no mind
time is money, so true
so i give em no time
so one by one
we gon’ hit em with that potency
rap flow delivery
ghetto rhyme poetry
rise above the rest
yes smashin’ in my own lane
no risk, no gain, i ain’t talkin’ cocaine

[hook] x2

[verse 2: z gunz]
my music show the negative
but i live my life positive
truth in every bar
these are the realities of poverty
all hear is ringing ears
haters all harmless
hatin’ on me
i’m just trying to live my life marvelous
all these dudes martian
i’m a call em all marvins
hear about em
but never encounter one in person
they hiding & they running
make the situation worst
watch your mouth around me
disrespect me boy its curtains
hustlers ride with me
gangstas do too
so we drop em like they bones
send em straight to jesus
one by one or in a group
i shoot thunder like zeus
on the verge of breakthroughs
smooth hustle can’t lose, naw

[hook] x2

[verse 3: baldacci]
yeah, you know the game is
smooth hustle at your door step
balling like the beast
and ain’t feeling that could force that
out my mind like i’m blown off that good stuff
streets love real boy
talk about some hood stuff
all star from the verse
where the g’s at, grandma house
you can call me if you need that
baldacci
all the homies love the hustle gang
move work through the hood
like whats up with them?
its all good, i’m a love em till the day i die
f’s up to the sky like i’m living fly
the pistol ready for these haters
trying to take my life
f-ck em all, i’m a gangsta gettin’ high
the southside street gang
one three baby
you don’t believe me
won’t you come & see baby
prison train war
riots been in plenty of em
cut throat, tower shootin’
boy i’m speaking many of em

[hook] x2

- baldacci lyrics

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