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eddy baker - hustle mode lyrics

[intro: eddy baker]
ayy
lil’, uh, uh
i’ma (don saulo on the track), uh
aight
yeah
lil’ b+tch

[chorus: eddy baker]
real og, i’m original
wack+ass rappers, i ain’t feeling those
rolled up a blunt, i’ma diss an o
still roll around with them criminals
real playboy, i got different hoes
b+tch, be chill, don’t be difficult
headed to the bank to get some rolls
can’t sit still, i’m in hustle mode

[verse 1: eddy baker]
short+ass n+gga but i got a big stature
x3 sport mode, gotta drive faster
copped the holy ghost, b+tches thinkin’ i’m a pastor
powered by a god while i’m headed to the kasbah
go danny phantom on a b+tch, that’s a casper
she didn’t see my ass in three months if you ask her
the sh+t that i’m smokin’ got me sp+ced out like nasa
the homies tryna hit it, i don’t think that i’m passin’
b+tch, i don’t sleep, i just grind, i’m in hustle mode
always tryna kick it at my house ’cause you ain’t got your own
b+tch on my d+ck like my scent that chanel cologne
bands in the safe in the bank ’cause my catalogue
i’ma [?] skeet her
caught a couple cases, you know that i had to beat ’em
f+ck your b+tches up in tulum and rosarita
i ain’t reachin’ out for no features ’cause i don’t need ’em
[chorus: eddy baker]
real og, i’m original
wack+ass rappers, i ain’t feeling those
rolled up a blunt, i’ma diss an o
still roll around with them criminals
real playboy, i got different hoes
b+tch, be chill, don’t be difficult
headed to the bank to get some rolls
can’t sit still, i’m in hustle mode

[verse 2: xavier wulf]
pull up to my n+ggas, we smokin’ and countin’ cash rolls
fans hatin’ on me ’cause i’m rich, i had to let it show
b+tches want a trip, ain’t no problem, i let ’em hit the road
bought four guns same day, i need to slow my roll
n+ggas talk sh+t all day, ain’t that pitiful?
big bank take lil’ bank, now it’s doors closed
i’m a memphis n+gga, i don’t care about the peace, bro
only bad b+tches ’round us, you keep a cheap ho
[?] on that b+tch, need i say more?
i hope a b+tch son come up knockin’ on this here door
930 mossberg, send ’em to the sea floor
i think i’m [?] yung how i blew up with this c4
i leave a b+tch sad, now she lookin’ like she igor
saw me at the show, she hit the next, wanna see more
n+ggas mad as f+ck because i no longer do chores
i keep a b+tch for that, so be careful, it could be yours
[chorus: eddy baker]
real og, i’m original
wack+ass rappers, i ain’t feeling those
rolled up a blunt, i’ma diss an o
still roll around with them criminals
real playboy, i got different hoes
b+tch, be chill, don’t be difficult
headed to the bank to get some rolls
can’t sit still, i’m in hustle mode

- eddy baker lyrics

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