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shy glizzy - born hustler lyrics

[intro]
(zaytoven)
yeah, hey zay, hey zay
young jefe, holmes, oh!
gg for life
long live 30 30

[refrain]
i’m a born hustler, can’t none of these lil’ n-ggas trap like me
that sucka-free, only one n-gga ridin’ bust straps for me
ain’t see none of you hoes with the task forces out here after me
they kick in that apartment door ’til n-ggas hit the balcony

[verse 1]
d-mn, we was in a rush, we had to flush them ki’s
got money in the floor, hope they don’t touch the freezer
what you know about takin’ them l’s and your whole family needs you?
what you know about workin’ that scale? i’m talkin’ a thousand piece
i’m from southeast, yeah, i be on that west
she heard a text, she said, “who that?”
baby, don’t worry, that’s my new connect
she seen my neck, she got so wet
she want young jefe to give some of that
i’m drippin’ like this, they drippin’ like that
i got more sauce than whoever, let’s bet
i make a freak girl come l!ck my patek
all of my n-ggas gon’ run up a check
all that she got was a pat on the back
she think they her friends, she run and tell that
next week, them hoes gon’ be ridin’ a jet
next week, them hoes gon’ be right with the set
she with a real one, my n-gga, relax
and i’m not thinkin’ ’bout givin’ her back (oh!)

[chorus]
expensive clothes, yeah, yeah, bankrolls
get that money, lil’ n-gga, same goal
round and round we go, round and round we go (yeah, yeah)
n-ggas still thuggin’, b-tches still hoes
expensive clothes, bankrolls
get that money, lil’ n-gga, same goal
round and round we go, round and round we go (yeah, yeah)
n-ggas still thuggin’, b-tches still hoes

[verse 2]
you see these diamonds, cannot comprehend
she know i’m a trapper, that made her a fan
we had the white, baby, we had the tan
that was way back before rap was the plan
she down for the struggle, she don’t need a man
i send her fl!cks to my dawgs in the can
pretty lil’ b-tch, she be flippin’ them bands
trap with me, baby, i’ll buy you a lamb’
trap with me, baby, i’ll buy you a house
i know some n-ggas with books in their couch
i know some n-ggas ain’t ’bout what you ’bout
come help you out, they ain’t runnin’ their mouth
come take a ride to me, promise, won’t crash
where is we goin’? on our way to the bag
when it’s time for war, n-ggas droppin’ their flag
i go to the store and i’m poppin’ them tags (woah)

[refrain]
i’m a born hustler, can’t none of these lil’ n-ggas trap like me
that sucka-free, only one n-gga ridin’ bust straps for me

- shy glizzy lyrics

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