Sean T - Still Hustlin' lyrics

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Sean T - Still Hustlin' lyrics

Uh, uh yeah uh Just another one, just another one Uh uh, check it [Verse 1] Never touch mine, breakin' ya hustle Watchin' ya crumble over punk sh** Runnin' ya mouth, now you in trouble Got ya whole click sittin' there hot We at the spot Feed the money counters into the block And at the top is an old lady Matchin' Mercedes, servin' her husband Cause the homie's crazy Bought up and drunken Straight thuggin' and trees burn Weed clouds get distributed Eyes turn red palms sweat When n***as hit the sh** The AC on, CD knockin' and it's the Gamblaz Ghetto platinum, stuck in some sh** You know we handle em' They still talkin' still hustlin' still musclin' And takin' over, catchin' your queen With no smugglin' She told it all Checkmate like Mac Mall We all ball, we dogs With no plaques on the wall We independent on some other sh** Movin' them boxes Cause it's cash on delivery The safe in the closet We still lovin' it [Verse 2] I wanna get riches, flip sixes, and own a condo Blowin' Bom though cause the n***as is some smokers In the Gamblaz shack with craps, and scraps for poker We stock brokers, we trained just like Wall Street I look at all my competition this war meets The Gamblaz, we ghetto platinum and y'all weak Though I sit back blow off Rap City all week Seein' garbage a** rappers that think it's all sweet It's deep, better watch the Gamblaz we on creep The first to leap, get sweeped beneath the feet Man I treat the world to million dollar rhymes and lines About thugs movin' dimes and carryin' loaded nines Fatal times and crimes keep f**in' up my mind I'm blind and still livin' life on the line Read the line status, hits to hits in my defense I don't wanna get penned to the fence and get rich Everyboy say I'm takin' a risk to get rich Tryin' to flip off a million dollar dissin' and sh** Splittin' sections to fractions, perhaps it's for actions They got me bringin' pain like the tractions, what happened [Verse 3] Yo, yo, yo More money to get, O's to flip, hoes to break Clockin' loot from state to state movin' major weight Like cargo, breakin' em' off something hardcore We all roll, to have big money is what we ball for In and out of lanes countin' my cash With a blunt on my lips and ounce of my stash We bounce fast up the block, tuck the Glock then skat Rockin' raps won't stop till my pockets fat I'm out to profit in this game till my time is over I spend my spare time hustlin' and grindin' doja f** exposure just show me the cash up front We mash punks and shoot lyrics like we blastin' pumps, what [Verse 4] Smoke, smoke, smoke till I can't smoke, smoke, smoke I f**s a ho till she can't f** no more In it been gettin' it like lobster and shrimp I don't know why I'm a hell of a pimp I strive with a limp, flip the gift and get swifted On my mama, I'm a fool I get with this I don't admit, f** all y'all ya crew's small All the funky funky girls just ball Flip my dick in her jaw, f** the law Diggy Daz the sh** straight breakin' the law Tell me, tell me, tell me who's number one That n***a Daz, all these s**ers get done [Verse 5] I been thugged out since day on, also pays to come Dues been done paid, blocks been done sprayed Ya whole click can't fade one n***a in my crew Paper bound is what I represent cause money I pursue I ain't takin' losses dog while n***as crossin' game Live for money f** fame and all my life I endure pain I ain't no lame so don't try to play me for no jokes Weed smoke and Hennessey got me easy to provoke Turn to music top my folks, Vicky, Tera, Macy I got it sowed from BK street to the A-V-E And y'all hatin' me cause my riches steadily stackin' I see ya whole crew standin' sold bushes out there with em' Here we go like a phantom but I'm backboard tweezed Me and the Fig and the Gamblaz flip to L-I-V-E G-O-P b**h

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