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hustle gang - make me something lyrics

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
rich homie!
tryna make something, but i [?] nothing
came a long way
[?] at the corner store, but you know [?]
[?] don’t play
stupid n+gga, shoot you in the face
i ain’t losing [?] what you take
i’m riding [?] new car n+gga
these motherf+cking doors [?] n+gga
i ain’t ever had a charger on dodge, n+gga
i don’t like b+tches [?] n+gga
[?] everytime [?] baby mama
i’m underground, hiding out like osama n+gga
i’m from atlanta, got a thousand n+ggas coming with me
me and tip
[?] buck n+gga
[verse 2: young dro]
you n+ggas incompatable
turn acrobactic when i start flipping
[?] magical
[?] radical
[?] imma spit these bars like bullits when i batter you
y’all n+ggas [?]
i know how to eat beef, make a hundred thousand [?] on the avinu
[?]
[?] i promis you gon lose [?]
smash you, blast you
steady [?]
[?] like a cashoo
[?] glock rest
sneak up on your ass in the grass like a copperhead
off white drop head
[?] me and rich homie quan [?]
me and tip [?]
[?] coope, and i take something
[?] i’m tryna make something

[chorus: rich homie quan & t.i.]
i started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
i was just tryna get some money
i ain’t trusting n0body but my mother
[?]
tryna make something
tryna take something, i’m dumping
40 keys of yay and i run it
numbers up, money
[?]
[?] made a hundred
splerjing [?]
[?]
[?] catch a case from me
p+ssy ass n+ggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing
tryna make something
tryna make, tryna make something
tryna make, tryna make something
tryna make something
tryna make, tryna make something
tryna make me something
[verse 3: spodee]
n+gga came from the block
played in the game with the rocks
stay with cocaine [?]
stay with the glock
shine without the chain and the watch
get wrong [?] talk
how i bang at the cops
b+tches [?]
[?] covers
[?] if a n+gga out of order
i hit him [?] go across the water
[?] quarter
[?] coopes with the droptop quarter
block still moving with the cops on the corner
i still sell a bag of dope to feed my daughter
everything available, i’ll show you how to order
13, hustled for a pare of jordans
[?]
[?] try me, and imma rock [?]

[verse 4: shad da god]
b+tch probably drown in that water
we came up long way from quarters
why you just can’t get a whole thing?
i broke your skail with my order
i was just tryna get a bankroll and a bentley [?] motherf+cker
i was tought to never trust a b+tch or a n+gga
[?]
[?] hustle
everytime i bust you
[?] having no muscle
i ain’t get the money that easy, i had to tussle
[?] be with the chopper [?]
i sware to god i started with a [?]
[?]
i had a compact ruger [?]
we got the money running
[?]
[chorus: rich homie quan & t.i.]
i started with nothing, hunger pains hurt my stomach
i was just tryna get some money
i ain’t trusting n0body but my mother
[?]
tryna make something
tryna take something, i’m dumping
40 keys of yay and i run it
numbers up, money
[?]
[?] made a hundred
splerjing [?]
[?]
[?] catch a case from me
p+ssy ass n+ggas, you ain’t talking bout nothing
tryna make something
tryna make, tryna make something
tryna make, tryna make something
tryna make something
tryna make, tryna make something
tryna make me something

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