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latin hustle - this is how it goes lyrics

[young e]

[verse 1]
this is me and no one else, nah, f-ck everyone else
ninja sk!lls, got that stealth
my sh-t be too bad for your health
and plus i’m taking all of this wealth
opening gunfire, leave your body to melt
karate master, wearing a f-cking black belt
but the real story is about me being gee
and i’m still a teenager, that loves tee
and plus, i’m down to f-ck up any enemy
but f-ck fighting, i’m just tryna love
and f-ck the badness, i’m just tryna be above
everything bad that’s been in my path
or in my road, maybe both, or that got me mad
every obstacle that blocked the good in my task
and i’m about to k!ll every foe
sh-t, but who’s down to go toe to toe
with me? i know most of these rappers won’t
cause there’s barely a match for young e-vil
little e, bro, or maybe evaristbro
and i swear, i’m sending wackers to h-ll
and i ain’t getting caught, cause f-ck jail
why k!ll, when there’s kidnap and sell?
sell my enemies, make a profit, oh well
cause that’s good enough for me
i keep my sh-t gee and gee ain’t genny
i started off with aileen, so let that be a
now i’m at teresa, but i ain’t afraid
that i’ll lose her so she’s my z
i got a shortened alphabet but that’s all i need
see, i am too gee but i’m ahead like 6g
but i’m flyer than a g6, so b-y-e

[verse 2]
you already know e ain’t fronting, no
i’m way past the point of no return, bro
so i let this green paradise burn slow
but i ain’t an opening act like the first show
b-tch, that’s a big no-no, hoes praying to the lh logo
and we slowly murdering this game
and all we doing to our enemies is bringing pain
and sh-t, we insane, cannot be tamed
let your blood spill, it’ll still stain
sh-t, i’m so ill in the brain
and you know this is how it goes
you know latin hustle be k!lling all foes
ain’t we on some other sh-t, call us slow
and n-ggas ain’t down to go toe to toe
with this mighty clique, latin hustle gee clique
and while you’re already on the floor
tell your b-tch to get off my d-ck
stupid tricks, you hoes really ain’t sh-t
no match to my mach 6 sh-t
teen, too gee, let the c-m drip
hoes want everything like they’re down to strip
for the f-ck of it, just get the pole
little girls already got their souls sold
now these harsh nights got them feeling so cold
but i’m fly and my swag’s in place
number 1 choice, swag up in your face
and on trill sh-t, true and real
bout to steel spotlights, so feel
my wrath and my cold steel
just another mexican having s-x again
ima f-cking failure and a wrecked friend
ima f-cking loser and a hexed ten

[verse 3]
this is me like a f-cking demi lovato song
so i say f-ck it, ima just hit that f-ckin’ bong
but like i said before, i’m the f-ckin’ bomb
and i keep my sh-t fresh unlike that one f-ckin’ tom
sh-t, i’m goin’ in like i’m lil’ wayne or drake
but i’m just tryna be me for my own sake
and the sooner i’m big, the less time it’ll take
and f-ck going to sleep, i’m just tryna stay awake
cause death and sleep are f-cking roommates
in this rap game condo, f-cking up new fakes
but i keep it g like it’s a f-cking kids movie
and i’m just tryna stay in school, saying f-ck juvie
got my girl here like “stick it in the booty”
and i love my girl, we saying always and forever
and i love my girl, we staying always together
and i’m fresher than the freshest, call me queso fresco
but the show must go on, like i’m lupe fiasco
but i’m kinda odd like i’m earl, tyler, or taco
so i just stay on my e sh-t, and i stay young
outcome is young e, but don’t ask why your girls tongue
is hugging mine, sh-t, ask her, i got enough problems
and like a test, i can only solve some
i’m the youngest e out there
i bet there’s others but i’m surely the best version
and after i’m done, what’s a f-cking virgin?
fresher than a train, chicka chicka choo choo
i’m out till the next verse or until me and you

[verse 4]
this is the last verse, last but not least
i own the rap game, and your name ain’t on the lease
sh-t, i got these hoes by a leash
f-ck with me and you’re dead, capish?
i’m goin’ b.i.g. on this game, where’s 2pac?
and i’m way too gee, planting money crops
but you’re done, 3 days with me tops
like you’re wearing rock socks
while you pop shots with the c-ck blocks
and i ain’t even done
running this latin hustle game without the run
and i love every hater under the sun
cause without y’all, i ain’t sh-t
i’m just another b-tch, tryna get big
tryna get girls to suck my d-ck
but now i ain’t even gotta try
all i gotta do is stay so fly
but i wonder why i am who i am
cause i could be a way different man
just by one road, just by one traffic jam
just by one gun that likes to say “bam!”
i’m throwing up latin hustle like it’s friday
latin hustle day, sh-t, that’s my day
so you better make way for latin hustle royalty
i love my life, staying loyal to tee
and i’m f-cking up any protester
i wanna see a protester when this nine test ya
sh-t, or when this f-cking nine checks ya
i love my fans and i know they love me too
sh-t, and i’m done till me and you

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