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Correct Hustle In Me Lyrics
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Correct Hustle In Me
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[Intro] Kid Wonder, you made this beat? Damn Skrrt, skrrt, yeah Out west 290 shit, bitch You know how I'm rockin', nigga YSN, Young Street Nigga Get your guns up, get your funds up You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch Boochie Gang, ayy [Chorus] I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I'ma run me up a check I put pressure on they neck and I ain't lettin' up yet Thought this bitch was 'bout to die on me, I shouldn't have gave her X Got a felon in my car, ridin' round with the TEC Hit the club shinin' so hard, check out my baguette Red bitch with a black card, she think I'm impressed It's addictive buyin' fast cars, when you got a check Young dope dealin' rich living nigga from the 'jects [Verse 1] Bitch up off the bar I'm so motherfucking drunk, I can't find my car Just bought some Cartier frames, cost me two stacks And two bad bitches with me and they both stacked My exhaust spittin' fire I snatched the motor out the 458 Spyder I stepped up in the gas, and it got my car excited You lookin' for your bitch, I just left her at the Hyatt See my ride past, all the dope boys wanna buy it I'm in the kitchen whippin', tryna make my future brighter I'm sellin' dope, I pull up, serve your ass if you a buyer We pat you down at the front door in case you wired, bitch [Chorus] I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I'ma run me up a check I put pressure on they neck and I ain't lettin' up yet Thought this bitch was 'bout to die on me, I shouldn't have gave her X Got a felon in my car, ridin' round with the TEC Hit the club shinin' so hard, check out my baguette Red bitch with a black card, she think I'm impressed It's addictive buyin' fast cars, when you got a check Young dope dealin' rich living nigga from the 'jects [Verse 2] You can smell the OG kush soon as I open up the jar Got the Draco in the car, and it tear you apart Make me lump under your porch, and go to sleep up in your yard Heard you diss me on your tape, and that shit wasn't even hard I been ballin' for a long time, Mark McGwire Your bitch tryna put her buns on my Oscar Mayer And right now I'm so hot I could start a fire Get to scrappin' in the club, you's a motherfuckin' liar Mix Givenchy with the Gucci shit that make up my attire Make you wonder how them Forgis fit on them little bitty tires Better come with my deposit 'fore you put me on your flyer And if you lookin' for that work, then nigga I'll be your supplier [Chorus] I was born with that hustle in me, bitch, I'ma run me up a check I put pressure on they neck and I ain't lettin' up yet Thought this bitch was 'bout to die on me, I shouldn't have gave her X Got a felon in my car, ridin' round with the TEC Hit the club shinin' so hard, check out my baguette Red bitch with a black card, she think I'm impressed It's addictive buyin' fast cars, when you got a check Young dope dealin' rich living nigga from the 'jects
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