Cassidy

Cassidy - I'm A Hustler lyrics

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[Verse 1]



                      I'm a hustler, I'm a hustler homey



                      I got the product, narcotics for customers homey



                      Feins open they be smoking like a muffler homey



                      niggas phoney so I only got a couple of homey



                      If you a hustler I could, I could fuck wit you homey



                      You spend a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey



                      I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today



                      I get cake from buds and haze I'm making dubs



                      they hating cause I'm on the grind like I'm making love



                      with cops got the block hot like a jamaican club



                      cop wait, wait for a droute then I make a fllod



                      try to take my cake you gone take a slug



                      But you can take my information if you taking drugs



                      cause I can sell raid to a bug



                    I'm a hustler I can sell salt to a slug

                    [Chorus]



                      I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey



                      I'm a hustler, I'm a I'm a hustler homey



                      Nigga ask about me nigga nigga ask about me

                    [Verse 2]



                      Married to the game, same bride just a new dru



                      I do more then just do to



                      cause my bills come in to soon, my son gone be two soon



                      royalty check come in like once in a bluemoon



                      but I'm getting my doe for doing shows



                      I made more money on the grind then on the road



                      that's why I stay fly and flying on hoes



                      car's are so cool,Aston no shoes



                      just a rubberband on my risk no jewels



                      I ain't got to prove I'm rich, I'm a fool



                      I know the rules I ain't got time for it



                      and they will hateyou deal with the real cake



                      and they on the corner



                      from morning to real late



                      I deal weight and if you bastards dought me



                      I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me

                    [Chorus]

                    [Verse 3]



                      Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend the cahnge



                      In fifth grade I was hustling my genesis game



                      I was dumb young selling chew gum to my classmate



                      on the cash chase moving at a fast pace



                      never been a dummy never did what the dummies do



                      so I had a mill to burn before I turned 22



                      more money , more problem is true cause the more money



                      I make the more problem for you



                      yeah I used dude voice props to the boy sean



                      he made it a hot line I made a hot song



                      So stop drawing man you got to respect it



                      I'm the best swizz got to perfected don't mess with



                      C-A-double S-I-D-Ycause I became the best when B-I-G died



                      the kid do it big like P-U-N cuse



                      I'm nice P-A-C with the P-E-N 
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