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Struggles Of A Hustla Video (MV)




Performed By: JayGoldz
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Jamon Keith




JayGoldz - Struggles Of A Hustla Lyrics
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All you do is talk about money, That's all you do
Well, bitch, I need it
I don't got time to chase, but I'll chase a bank
Put too much in my cup, I damn near spilled my drink
She want me to slow down, but I told her I can't
I'm a full blown hustler, some that you ain't
Done brought some bigger jeans, so I can stuff these racks in em
Might f*ck around and pull out a K, or tell my dogs to go get him
I'm probably bleeding THC, Got runtz in my system
I guess getting money, is my number one symptom
I guess I'm sick, I'm sick than a bitch
I guess I'm hood rich, My plug in Zone 6
Them boys be ready to crash out, That's why I stay out the mix
Trap house filled with sticks and bricks
All I give is dick, She get money from her tricks
They can't even f*ck her, We just turn em into licks
Niggas screaming for they life, You would've thought they was some white chicks
I don't got time to chase, but I'll chase a bank
Put too much in my cup, I damn near spilled my drink
She want me to slow down, but I told her I can't
I'm a full blown hustler, some that you ain't
Done brought some bigger jeans, so I can stuff these racks in em
Might f*ck around and pull out a K, or tell my dogs to go get him
I'm probably bleeding THC, Got runtz in my system
I guess getting money, is my number one symptom
I guess I'm sick, I'm sick than a bitch
I guess I'm hood rich, My plug in Zone 6
Them boys be ready to crash out, That's why I stay out the mix
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All you do is talk about money, That's all you do
Well, bitch, I need it
I don't got time to chase, but I'll chase a bank
Put too much in my cup, I damn near spilled my drink
She want me to slow down, but I told her I can't
I'm a full blown hustler, some that you ain't
Done brought some bigger jeans, so I can stuff these racks in em
Might f*ck around and pull out a K, or tell my dogs to go get him
I'm probably bleeding THC, Got runtz in my system
I guess getting money, is my number one symptom
I guess I'm sick, I'm sick than a bitch
I guess I'm hood rich, My plug in Zone 6
Them boys be ready to crash out, That's why I stay out the mix
Trap house filled with sticks and bricks
All I give is dick, She get money from her tricks
They can't even f*ck her, We just turn em into licks
Niggas screaming for they life, You would've thought they was some white chicks
I don't got time to chase, but I'll chase a bank
Put too much in my cup, I damn near spilled my drink
She want me to slow down, but I told her I can't
I'm a full blown hustler, some that you ain't
Done brought some bigger jeans, so I can stuff these racks in em
Might f*ck around and pull out a K, or tell my dogs to go get him
I'm probably bleeding THC, Got runtz in my system
I guess getting money, is my number one symptom
I guess I'm sick, I'm sick than a bitch
I guess I'm hood rich, My plug in Zone 6
Them boys be ready to crash out, That's why I stay out the mix
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Writer: Jamon Keith
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