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pop-a-lot - all hustle no luck lyrics

i use to want to sign t o tommy boy
used to be on 9th street with the lima on me
i’ve been draped in designer homie
so now i must admit that sh-t is kind of corny
i can’t call it these rap n-gg-s boring
flex-a-holic
i went from missing the bus to flying foreigns
private planes gon change the weather in the game for us
we can fly into a n-gg-s ain’t gotta hate on us
i told my daughter it’s a cold world stay warm
she think i’m talking j cole songs
hold on spent my whole life with the stove on
drop it in the pot and watch it form like voltron
they locked my n-gg- for distributing it no bond
i cry on the inside everytime i call home
like what the f-ck is up tryna mask the feelings
but all he wanna talk about is me coming up
plastic forks and paper plates in the kitchen cramped
i just wanted to silver spoons that richie had

my momma sent me in the back to go get my dad
i saw him sniffing in the kitchen it was different after that
the realest n-gg- i knew as a matter of fact
that same day we got the jays my sister my sister got the cabbage patch
my cousin just called home from cap sake
i’m at the show that b-tch jam-packed
smoking anthrax this sh-t loud told stand back
f-ck the k nines i wrapped it 8 times with saran wrap

n-gg-s get sn-tched and they man rat
playing hard like the playoffs but they p-ssy like tampax

off word of mouth for had clout understand that

took pounds down south on the amtrak

and that was back in 06
before all of purple haze we was smoking dro then

i roll up like hold up
you know it’s d’usse when we poe up
real n-gg- give no f-cks
i got the sh-t off all hustle no luck

- pop a lot lyrics

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