gee mak - hustle (ft. 12digits) lyrics
f+cking the beat like a b+tch(ahh)
we hustling, but yeah we’re not on the street(no)
just listen
yeah we don’t care how you feel(listen)
f+cking the beat like a b+tch(f+ck)
f+cking the beat like a b+tch(b+tch)
we’re hustling, but yeah we’re not on the street(no)
just listen
yeah we don’t care how you feel(prrr)
gee mak:
when i walk pass,n+ggas be talking
yeah i don’t listen, i just keep walking
step on me better say sorry
all these b+tches staring like they know me
yeah yeah yeah mhm
yeah yeah yeah shh
sip all these n+ggas like i’m sipping liquor
they all follow me,i am the leader
they all scared of me, i’m a soul ripper
i work at the morgue, i drive fancy cars
i’m the undertaker
i don’t steal sh+t
i’m a og, but i’m not a gangster
these n+ggas go both ways,so they say i’m hot like pepper
i don’t play sports, but i’m a wrestler
tlc tables ladders and chairs
they watching, while i’m walking up the stairs
i got nothing, but i’m working for more
i don’t want less
suplex city,yeah like brock lesnar
i’m the head, they’re my carriages,they look up to to me
i’m the influence,i do my sh+t alone
i keep my distance
when i plan, i’m quick
like porridge, i’m instant
hey lady, hide the long face
show me a smile
hurry up please,yeah be quick don’t be a snail
i’m the viper
i’m in the sand
i’m a rattle snake
f+cking the beat like a b+tch(ahh)
we hustling, but yeah we’re not on the street(no)
just listen
yeah we don’t care how you feel(listen)
f+cking the beat like a b+tch(f+ck)
f+cking the beat like a b+tch(b+tch)
we’re hustling, but yeah we’re not on the street(no)
just listen
yeah we don’t care how you feel(prrr)
12digits:
that’s soul, yeah
f+ck it like a b+tch, put your face down
bend that ass, can you shake it now?
pick it up, let me sl+t it up
okay, let me figure out
you got me ripe, so don’t be stopping now
no, no, i’m the man now
i’m running my race, and i’m not gonna stop it
and you’re in the chase, i’m good with cash though
yeah, got no kids, f+ck them all
living my life, f+ck them
they want the legs off me and amputated
f+cked up, ‘cuz i still be cheering for them
d+mn them, i just can’t hate them
and d+mn dawg, she’s d+mn dead
gee, no cap, can’t end
i’m the best, no, i’m the boss
she wants it all, that’s cool, but no belt
she want top of the head, no pen
yeah, yeah, nothing to me
i cannot lose, stressed out, stressed out
bringing the blues, slim talk, f+ck, f+ck
winning to fools, i’m k!lling the b+tches with
pointy d+ck, b+tch (sh+t, sh+t, sh+t)
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