a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lance markeith - hunger pains episode 9: god bless my hustle lyrics

whatever i do b-tch, i’m gone get some money
i got all this hustle, you can’t take it from me
i’m runnin’ the block and you n-ggas been runnin
get to the bands so the chopper be drummin
fresh out the pot you know i been stuntin
hooked on them phonics you know i been dumbin
lance you been f-ckin’ me up
whoever i screw b-tch i’m gone keep em comin
i run like the president, i’m shinin this light
b-tch i shine like i’m edison
you all in a deficit, i’m all in my bag
just look how these records is
and just for the record then
i’m breakin these records
you takin these records
i made all these records
you faked all these records
put that on the record
you ain’t on my level then
got that gas and its medicine
gotta flow and its heaven sent
out the dirty with rifles
we look like confederates
too much money they call it embezzlement
too much drip on that sauce and the celery
get to that green and i relish in it
feel like me and my team ain’t n0body better than it
and its evident, f-ck all yo comparisons
whatever i do b-tch i gotta keep stuntin’
cause n-ggas call me like is any more comin’
and i be on records like yall n-ggas buggin’
babblon mobbin’ and b-tch i been bugsy
this for the future of my kids and my cousins’
this for them b-tches that claim that they love me
see me with my girl and don’t wanna say nothin’
keep playin them games and she gone be bumpin’
i ain’t gone say nothin’ but baby let’s switch up the subject
i’m vicious, i’m hungry and b-tches they love it
i see us as yeezy and jigga, i give you the hits
and they don’t get nothing
i’m bout this hustle lets get to this money
don’t play with no jokers cause really they funny
that broke sh-t ain’t for me
feel this from the pit of my tummy
feel froggy go bungee
got game like jumanji, don’t live on a budget
i buy out yo businesses and keep that sh-t runnin
i buy out yo businesses and keep that sh-t runnin
don’t even need rap i speak from my stomach
and n-ggas f-ck with me and that’s how we run it
cause n-ggas be frontin’
i don’t claim thug, i just be thuggin’
i don’t hugs, f-ck that fake love
just like it, repost and comment
so sick i could vomit, so sp-ced i see comets
but really i’m grounded
out the mud in this molehill, movin’ these mountains
call my accountant, but not just to count it
but start an account
of all of these rappers with checks that be bouncin’
cop me an ounce of these mid-grade rappers
entry-level trappers and keep it a thousand
i don’t get tired ya’ll n-ggas poutin’
n-ggas be slouchin’
i’m leanin’ forward in a meeting with forbes
my b-tch meaner than regina george
million dollar team don’t need yo support
n-ggas get checked and they leavin the court
hit the first quarter and they wanna forfeit
i want tenants and yall wanna mortgage
i want businesses, ya’ll want support
i want a uber and ya’ll want a porsche
ain’t here to stunt just know what’s important
so before it get lit i wanna keep this scorchin’

- lance markeith lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS