Yelawolf
Yelawolf - Hustle songtekst
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Rolling with the top down, no peanut butter guts Trolling, I’m about to climb Lemme go on turn the bass up, turn it up! Holdin that glock nine, in case a hater run up Call me, I’m the shit now, so your bitch on my nuts! I got my car smoking, but it ain’t the motor, It’s just me and that dodo These hoes is strolling, I'd stop and poke em But I’m trying to get that doe hoe ridin dirty Ain’t no hobo it’s just me strapped up like a go pro And I'm one deep Han/solo Laws trynna capture me like a photo! Hustle! All I need is two cups of drink With the system crank and a fifth of... See me pulling planks and my candy paint pull broads around me in crowds Bow ties when I hit the brakes, my hustle skills you can’t debate Money don’t wait, I’ll be stacking up bank Till I’m dead an up in them clouds Getting to the cake mayne fuck the fake Riding outta state with a Texas plate Speakers in the back beatin like a ape Four 15s rockford fosgate Crawl like a snake, boys gone hate But it’s money to make, don’t fall for the bait Save the bullshit, I ain’t gotta cape What I got till I am in the grave Is a whole lot of hustle, Hustle Hook: (x2) Pack it up and send it away 9 to 5 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta hustle! Movin a mop I clean em up from outer space Gotta get em up got a universe on hustle! Had a premonition of me in the front seat Of 2013, boy we gotta hustle! We gotta, Hustle You wanna go follow your dream then! Hustle Yeah, couldn’t tell me not to believe In the people that I was put in front of And told that I had an opportunity to become a part of a situation That put me in a position to maybe some day break out of a small town I guess I fell for the okey doke I suppose I couldn’t turn around in the hokey pokey game To see lames and other folks who thought a joke was being played on me Oh well, the story goes again! Here we go again, all I'm gettings frown while the motherfucker’s grin I can get the sound of the gate closing in And I can feel the breeze of the hate blowing in Cause they all wanna go sightseeing Hop in the Chevy and ride for a little while And they kinda wanna drive, even make a turn off a road you aint familiar with And offer to pay for the gas for alittle bit then But fuck you know what you got a best friend But when he started off he was just hitchhiking Should have heard real when they said wolf for real If you'd chill, then you'd find another one just like him! But it’s hard as a mother fucker to say no When you’re a rookie talking to a veteran playing pro And everything that he’s saying, he’s saying so pay him close attention So you put your hands low! Palms, out, opened, hoping And you can even see that engine smoking Plus all the money that he gave you, owe him Rear view mirrors all of them broken black boys, white boys, just a token for the slot machine And the gambling notion! Scheming and scoping, the animal inside The cannibal chose him, me! I fell for another man’s hustle! Hook: (x2) Pack it up and send it away 9 to 5 I could do it all day, boy you know I gotta hustle! Movin a mop I clean em up from outer space Gotta get em up gotta universal hustle! Had a premonition of me in the front seat Of 2013, boy we gotta hustle! We gotta, hustle You wanna go follow your dream then! Hustle, hustle! Dream Big!