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Shy Glizzy – Born Hustler Lyrics

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Shy Glizzy – Born Hustler Lyrics

Born Hustler by .

[Intro]

Yeah, hey Zay, hey Zay
Young Jefe, holmes, oh!
GG for life
Long live 30 30

[Refrain]
I’m a born hustler, can’t none of these lil’ niggas trap like me
That sucka-free, only one nigga riding bust straps for me
Ain’t see none of you hoes with the task forces out here after me
They kick in that apartment door ’til niggas hit the balcony

[Verse 1]
Damn, we was in a rush, we had to flush them ki’s
Got money in the floor, hope they don’t touch the freezer
What you know about taking them L’s and your whole family needs you?
What you know about working that scale? I’m talking a thousand piece
I’m from Southeast, yeah, I be on that West
She heard a text, she said, “Who that?”
Baby, don’t worry, that’s my new connect
She seen my neck, she got so wet
She want Young Jefe to give some of that
I’m dripping like this, they dripping like that
I got more sauce than whoever, let’s bet
I make a freak girl come lick my Patek
All of my n—-s gon’ run up a check
All that she got was a pat on the back
She think they friends, she run and tell that
Next week, them hoes gon’ be riding a jet
Next week, them hoes gon’ be right with the set
She would’ve ruined my n—a, relax
I do not think about giving her back “Oh!”

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[Hook/Chorus]
Expensive clothes, yeah, yeah, bankrolls
Get that money, lil’ n—a, same goal
Round and round we go, round and round we go “Yeah, yeah”
N—-s still thugging, b—–s still hoes
Expensive clothes, bankrolls
Get that money, lil’ n—a, same goal
Round and round we go, round and round we go “Yeah, yeah”
N—-s still thugging, b—–s still hoes

[Verse 2]
You see these diamonds, cannot comprehend
She know I’m a trapper, that made her a fan
We had the white, baby, we had the tan
That was way back before rap was the plan
She down for the struggle, she don’t need a man
I send her flicks to my dawgs in the can
Pretty lil’ b—h, she be flipping them bands
Trap with me, baby, I’ll buy you a Lamb’
Trap with me, baby, I’ll buy you a house
I know some n—-s with books in their couch
I know some n—-s ain’t ’bout what you ’bout
Come help you out, they ain’t running their mouth
Come take a ride to me, promise, won’t crash
Where is we going? On our way to the bag
When it’s time for war, n—-s dropping their flag
I go to the store and I’m popping them tags “Woah”

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[Hook/Chorus]
Expensive clothes, yeah, yeah, bankrolls
Get that money, lil’ n—a, same goal
Round and round we go, round and round we go “Yeah, yeah”
N—-s still thugging, b—–s still hoes
Expensive clothes, bankrolls
Get that money, lil’ n—a, same goal
Round and round we go, round and round we go “Yeah, yeah”
N—-s still thugging, b—–s still hoes

[Refrain]
I’m a born hustler, can’t none of these lil’ n—-s trap like me
That sucka-free, only one n—a riding bust straps for me

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