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charles hussle - hu$le lyrics

i′m incredible like “honey, where’s my super suit?”
man it′s funny
see this money

what it do to you
the streets ain’t raise me
i let the streets pain me
confessions in a lot
my soul still on state street
my goal was the gold
i can’t let you n+ggas break me
i was selling reggie pack
10 a seed
this aint no chattanooga
funny how these n+ggas always getting ya stamp of approval
get the n+gga clapped
at the club
when he hop in his uber
like nah son
oh god son
no illmatic
then spin back
k!ll you too
like “there′s still static?”
i call it how i see it
no facetime n+gga
if there′s snakes in the grass
i may dive in it
shawty told me be safe
b+tch i’m living dangerous
willie lynch and all of them n+ggas could never hang with us
i′m rockstar status
blockstar pimpin
with hoes who don’t do dishes but covet all of they riches

sh+t i feel you bro
it′s grimy out here
why it’s us
never them
regardless ever gets in the way
i did dirt
was the rose that had grew in the stone
sh+t hurts
same earthquake that ruined ya home
i did worse
gripped up and i put two in his fro′
then came crashing down on green just like the metro dome
how you bark laying down
the nets’ home
white shooter on my sleeve
nicknamed kevin duranch
ok
see i ain’t playing
so don′t get him amped
he′s a warrior so don’t start stuffing his stats
you want beef?
better try longh+rns
he′s supersonic if he hits the chronic
come on son

- charles hussle lyrics

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