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hustle gang - go off lyrics

[intro]
sho nuff

[hook: t.i.]
big sh-t everywhere we kick it
bunch of bad hoes everywhere we go
just stay high fly as a first cl-ss ticket
a bunch of b-tches wit’ me, boy, you better believe i’ma show her how to go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
make the hoe go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
we go up, go off, go off

[verse 1: b.o.b. & t.i.]
make them b-tches go off
she just wanna show off
molly got her up late like i’m [??] your hoe
i’m being goin’ so off, finna rip the door off
rockstar lifestyle, heavy metal , mohawk
hmm, say b.o.b. forever, i’ma be ridin’ whatever whip
with a fine big booty chick tryna find a better b-tch
you try me, hoe, you die tryna find some better d-ck
the blunt ’cause see i’m the finest daddy’s here, hoe
shades on, ray ban, dark as akon
all these n-gg-s taking shots, i got bobby-ray guns (pow)
genesis, chilling with my day ones
i ain’t saving hoes, i ain’t got no cape on, i got
b-tches with plenty body, -ss don’t fit their skinny body
bustin’ out these legs and show her camera told everybody (d-mn)
i beat that p-ssy, paralyse it, k!ll it then tell her man he can come identify it

[hook: t.i.]
big sh-t everywhere we kick it
bunch of bad hoes everywhere we go
just stay fly as a first cl-ss ticket
a bunch of b-tches wit’ me, boy, you better believe i’ma show her how to go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
make the hoe go off, go off, go off, go off, go off, go off
we go up, go off, go off

[verse 2: tokyo jetz & yung booke]
b-tch, you better go up
f-ck it, let’s have a hoe up
and wrong if she eat too
so you want me to leave with you? (what?)
bad b-tches wit’ me, yeah, you know i keep a few of them
know it ain’t enough, if it’s the gang and just two of them
and um, i’ve been the sh-t since i was a lil’ [??]
the hoes don’t f-ck wit’ or even p-ss on y’all n-gg-s
i don’t laugh and joke with ’em, kevin hart can make ’em giggle
her -ss up, face down, with her face all in the pickle
ay, before they take a shot, you wetter than a pool, bih
baby, cut the act, girl, you must be tryin’ to fool me
heard you knew some tricks, girl, you must be tryin’ to school me
no phones in the room, baby, that’s the only room fee
told bae not to try ’cause [??] two, me and rico from the back
doin’ the dougie with the fool in you
got her on the knees like she praying to my [??]
what you talkin, that i only go swimming if the pool [??]?

[verse 3: young dro & trae tha truth]
all up in the club, i think i’m finna go off
look at my shoes, d-mn it , i’m finna show off
i’m blowin real pressure, my gucci shoes are better
it’s slap a b-tch, contest, go off, you better b-tch, go
wait she beg me to kid, i’m tryna kiss me a body
put that -ss in position and work it up like a hobby
soon as i finish up, she gon’ introduced to that lobby
told her she would be no new edition, like i was bobby
get a slap a b-tch contest, over my b-tch foreign
when we leave the club, i’ma eat the p-ssy for fun
i might do the dougie like booke and hit it like that
i ain’t kevin gates but i eat that booty for a stack, let’s go
nah, she gon’ get this workout, in a different weight cl-ss
say she need this new d-ck, probably ’cause they can’t last
b-tch i’m gon’ take flight, now it’s time to plane crash
i pull up with that top back, bottom of the [??]

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