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hustleman quise - real d boi lyrics

[intro]
real trap n+gga

[verse]
huh, in the trap posted, i got smackers to my left
gucci shirt amiri jeans and a lv belt
i ain’t choose the game, played the cards that i was dealt
i just pulled up with a load, told my n+gga, “come help”
sixty on my wrist, three hundred thousand ’round my neck
i just made a hundred racks, i ain’t even break a sweat
huh, pop it in my hood, twenty+one, i bought a ‘vette
i been throwin’ h+ll of loads like i’m playin’ for the jets
trappin’ so hard, feelin like i’m meech and t
everybody shine together like we stamped with est
workin’ every hood, i been signed to the streets
i been posted, stayin’ down, i went bricks and white t

[chorus]
real dope boy, real street n+gga
pull up to my hood, you say you need a b, n+gga
bustin’ down the work, everybody eat n+gga
i got plays from out of town, sayin’ they need ’em cheap, n+gga
real dope boy, real street n+gga
pull up to my hood, you say you need a b, n+gga
bustin’ down the work, everybody eat n+gga
i got plays from out of town, sayin’ they need ’em cheap, n+gga

- hustleman quise lyrics

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