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chop - hustle hard (freestyle) lyrics

first i get the dutch then i let it crack
guess it’s fried-day: no rebecca black
i keep a red bone, she be esther bad
i’m on my dime sh-t, you rock with nickel bags
i hustle real hard, city on my back
capital star, virginia’s on the map
bottle my emotions but speak a lotta trash
hottest flow period, bleedin’ on the pad
that liquor got these n-ggas trippin like they really want it
i’m like a castro in a battle, silence my opponents
to a science, my flow ridin’ like i’m f-ckin’ towin’
i like my hoes with no clothes, always open
be actin’ like i’m holdin’, notice i ain’t throwin bands
dough long, go from palm to palm: no holdin’ hands
palm beach to palm springs, i don’t know romance
try and get yer -ss beat, i don’t know romance
tryna start it, scopin’ targets, you a p-ssy fam
must be diggin’ themselves a grave like that cooking dance
i swear to lord, i just want bills but i’m no pudding fan
yea’int a baller and he ain’t one too: mr. cunningham
give a f-ck who f-ckin with me, i’m the sickest in my city
grabbin b-tches t-tties, i want 50’s, not no pennies
diamond-cl-stered jewelry, stackin’ dough up to the ceiling
i wake up to a beds of ice, like she was tryna steal a kidney
chopup bring that knock out, f-ck who bring the cops out
b-tch, i gotta foul mouth, kids i ain’t no bow wow
chop will stomp ya spark out, we will bring them cars out
bet it stop ya ballin’ like that nfl lockout
n-gga what you talkin’ bout? ak with that long snout
walkin’ with yo arms out, we won’t go the calm route
n-ggas act like broads now, fishscale, i’m that raw now
tryna get close, might as well jump out that window, like you ron browz
please don’t bring no law ’round, lexus with that large house
talkin’ with that loose mouth, we will knock yo jaw out
shouts to my jerz n-ggas, the ones that don’t be sh0r- bound
real-bangin’, they be slangin’ sammy sweethard and her ron now
chopup about that act, whip that’s black on black
this real sh-t for ya ear, put all that on wax
got that hooters mentality, i’m never callin’ back
you will never get ta work, if you ain’t comin’ with a rack
same ol’ sh-t just a different game
y’all n-ggas spectators, ho, i’m up in the paint
y’all n-ggas is my sons, go ‘head follow the leader
spittin’ that bobby brown, you bobby kristina
i hustle, hustle, hustle hard
you hustle, hustle, hustle soft
i hustle, hustle, hustle hard
you hustle, hustle, hustle soft

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