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hd - more den 1 hustle lyrics

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[intro]
sliding through finna wake up a small town
stack of them sliders, i’m finna shut the mall down…

[hook]
more then one hustle trying to get rich
i sold dope before i ever sent a b-tch
you sold your soul to them people you a snitch
half poodle, half coward, half b-tch
i fell off then bounced back off a zip
he a lash, he look like a l!ck
sliding through finna wake up a small town
stack of them sliders, i’m finna shut the mall down

[verse 1]
my mamma named me hd, trill n-gga is biblical
keep a pound on me in-case n-ggas wanna get physical
ar-15 shake em’ fast like mystikal
look me in my eyes, see a k!ller and his serial
i’m checking guap out your b-tch all lyrical
mouthpiece making these wheels believe in miracles
b-tch n-ggas going federal (snitch -ss)
my chopper hungry and you suckas looking edible
bearfaced no mask when i let it go
n-ggas get it how they live in my trap bro
track down a four but i really need an eight though
i got dope d-ck finna give it to this bad hoe
the p-ssy good but i really need the cash though
get your mind right or get left with my last ho
all about my guap little n-gga i’m focused
blowing on the color purple tryna eat like oprah

[hook]

[verse 2]
trap house 20gs in the sofa
brick of syrup in the freezer right next to the soda
9mil in the cabinet i’m a ice city soldier
6-1 general salute or move over
more then one hustle trying to get rich
and when it get triffe i might have to lil flip
we on syrup like the screwed up cl!ck
lean team what is it, line up a brick
i ain’t never gonna quit, quitting ain’t my sh-t
push barry and white you could take yo pick
r.i.p boonts and nuge i ain’t selling i’m sipping
and if i ever get caught in it i ain’t telling i’m sitting
it’s that new sh-t hi-def in the six b-tch
she a goer she can suck a tic tac through a liquorice
ima shoot it like l’z clip a n-gga from a distance
yo family ain’t safe anybody gets it

[hook]

[verse 3]
my posse mob deep like the dog pound, waking up a small town
meet so many b-tches i wish i could knock them all down
young h you wanna know how hard sound
ain’t nothing soft bout these vocals that i put down
on me i be going all year round
livewire cut the check when h come out
bearfaced we a threat to you n-ggas now
we laying suckas down every time we come around
they won’t stay solid don’t break the oath
once you sign that statement it’s murder she wrote
i ain’t gotta say sh-t you already know
just to be free again n-ggas sell they soul
better stick to the script and know your role
i caught my first pistol case 16 years old
i’m in the middle of the sh-t with nowhere to go
ice city 6-1 i sh-t is all i know

[hook]



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