CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : My mood til im gone
Yeah
Hussle music
This that TMC
The marathon continues
Ihussle.com all that
Wassup lil baby f**k with a real n***a ill pick you up in the bulletproof or the droptop Benz
We gon do what we do you know, f**k them n***as
Look
Story of my life, Wake up on my grind don't go to sleep till late at night
n***as play my mixtapes, and they b*t*hes say he tight
Say i remind her of the type of n***a that she like
Type of sh*t that starts a fight, but its been like that all my life
Crack your b*t*h off my bike, Jealous ass ill f**k a n***a wife
Got that swagger got that swipe, get that cash i live that life
Take that hoe b*t*h that you love and introduce her to thеse lights
Why you begging her to bе your baby momma and do right
I pull up and park my Benz up at LAX and take that flight
Drop top, Louis bag, Louis belt, d**kies sagged
Hopscotch through security coz b*t*h i am the man
Its really nothing to me, you can treat that hoochie like its Zumiez
Lock her in the house when she get out she gon pursue me, truly
Young Hussle livin like a boss still, straight up Wilshire to Neiman Marcus gang of large bills
Huh
That's right
Yeah
You already know what this is n***a
Handcuff your hoe, we coming to your city to f**k that b*t*h on the tour bus n***a
And I don't even smoke no more, all imma do is count cash while that b*t*h pour Clicquot on her butt crack n***a while I'm cuffing from the back
Shove her head in the pillow n***a and chuck the hood up
I'm breaking n***as hearts you better know that
Story of my life, Wake up on my grind don't go to sleep till late at night
Once upon a time the public bus I used to ride but
Beamers, Benz and Bentleys only type of sh*t i drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you f**k n***as [???] demise
Look you in your face and smile right before i take your life
All spirit of the [???] so ain't no wrong or right
See that hatred in your eyes so when I flip don't be surprised
Bout this real n***a sh*t i will not compromise, you
d**k riding jealous n***as all deserve to die
How you scared of heights but still hate me cos I'm fly?
n***as threatened by me now but I'm not even in my prime, I
Just left the label but I'm back out here on my grind buts its been like that all my life so I'm a hustler by design
f**k was on your mind thinking you could even try
Act like yall faggot n***as was gon press the line
[Instrumental continues]
Hussle music
This that TMC
The marathon continues
Ihussle.com all that
Wassup lil baby f**k with a real n***a ill pick you up in the bulletproof or the droptop Benz
We gon do what we do you know, f**k them n***as
Look
Story of my life, Wake up on my grind don't go to sleep till late at night
n***as play my mixtapes, and they b*t*hes say he tight
Say i remind her of the type of n***a that she like
Type of sh*t that starts a fight, but its been like that all my life
Crack your b*t*h off my bike, Jealous ass ill f**k a n***a wife
Got that swagger got that swipe, get that cash i live that life
Take that hoe b*t*h that you love and introduce her to thеse lights
Why you begging her to bе your baby momma and do right
I pull up and park my Benz up at LAX and take that flight
Drop top, Louis bag, Louis belt, d**kies sagged
Hopscotch through security coz b*t*h i am the man
Its really nothing to me, you can treat that hoochie like its Zumiez
Lock her in the house when she get out she gon pursue me, truly
Young Hussle livin like a boss still, straight up Wilshire to Neiman Marcus gang of large bills
Huh
That's right
Yeah
You already know what this is n***a
Handcuff your hoe, we coming to your city to f**k that b*t*h on the tour bus n***a
And I don't even smoke no more, all imma do is count cash while that b*t*h pour Clicquot on her butt crack n***a while I'm cuffing from the back
Shove her head in the pillow n***a and chuck the hood up
I'm breaking n***as hearts you better know that
Story of my life, Wake up on my grind don't go to sleep till late at night
Once upon a time the public bus I used to ride but
Beamers, Benz and Bentleys only type of sh*t i drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you f**k n***as [???] demise
Look you in your face and smile right before i take your life
All spirit of the [???] so ain't no wrong or right
See that hatred in your eyes so when I flip don't be surprised
Bout this real n***a sh*t i will not compromise, you
d**k riding jealous n***as all deserve to die
How you scared of heights but still hate me cos I'm fly?
n***as threatened by me now but I'm not even in my prime, I
Just left the label but I'm back out here on my grind buts its been like that all my life so I'm a hustler by design
f**k was on your mind thinking you could even try
Act like yall faggot n***as was gon press the line
[Instrumental continues]
