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young roddy - selling that shit lyrics

[verse 1: young roddy]
better rap my way to a mil’
[?] it’s all in the wrist
i used to hustle that snow, i was tryin’ get rich
sell purp’ for my n-gga, my dog got hooked on that sh-t
and i don’t know where you from
but where i’m from, it fully be hard as a b-tch
i met a dope chick, and went half on a kid
it’s just me and my n-gga, tryin’ go half on a brick
i came up with a plan, a master plan that’ll get us out this b-tch
and i don’t know where you from
but where i’m from, them n-ggas selling all that sh-t
my eyes bloodshot red, but a n-gga still smoking that sh-t
my homie girl start cheatin’ on him
and real talk i know just what he feel
they say what go around come around
uh, i guess it is what it is
sh-t, and i don’t know where you from
but where i’m from, them hoes be wiling in a b-tch
and if you need it they got it
they on the block ’til the feds come knockin’
ballin’ be my hobby
i gotta win boy, losing not an option
i hustle hard to my grave
i’m getting paid like every d-mn day
got money to be made, i’m making bread like a hunnid’ different ways
better get it right and keep it right
what, i shine bright like a street light
uh, yeah we beefin’ then it’s on sight
i f-ck her good all day, all d-mn night
i hustle hard all d-mn night
i grind hard all day, all d-mn night
grind hard all day, all d-mn night
grind hard all day, all d-mn night

[hook](x2)
and i don’t know where you from
but where i’m from n-ggas selling all that sh-t

[verse 2: mr. marcelo]
born and raised in new orleans
where most motherf-ckers have small dreams
but not me, i’m a true og in the streets
i was ballin’ like spalding
all i know is get dough
i could turn nothing into something man
rapping [?] trapping, lil’ n-gga used to call me hustle man
i break a beat down like a brick
then serve it out to my beams
yeah i’m a mayor and a franchise player of the jets
homeboy that’s the winning team
magnolia is my home, willow street was my court
soon as i jumped off the porch, the work start moving like a porsche
nationwide with my hustle gang
i be getting money all over boy
never had to worry ’bout the local boys
cos they was too busy worryin’ ’bout the local boys
i was just duckin’ the feds, really living life on the edge
weren’t tryna’ be in the cage, so i had to find another way to get paid
i had a few b-tches movin’ the yay
some more b-tches movin’ the green
and i was outta’ sight, outta’ mind
i wasn’t even on the scene
og, beep beep for that money boy, gets no sleep
i don’t even hustle like i used to, n-gga look where this rap sh-t took me

[hook](x2)

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