[Intro: Nipsey Hussle]
Yeah
Hussle music
This that TMC
The marathon continues
Ihussle.com all that
Wassup lil baby fuck with a real nigga ill pick you up in the bulletproof or the droptop Benz
We gon do what we do you know, fuck them niggas
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look
Story of my life, Wake up on my grind don't go to sleep till late at night
Niggas play my mixtapes, and they bitches say he tight
Say i remind her of the type of nigga that she like
Type of shit that starts a fight, but its been like that all my life
Crack your bitch off my bike, Jealous ass ill fuck a nigga wife
Got that swagger got that swipe, get that cash i live that life
Take that hoe bitch 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, Dickies sagged
Hopscotch through security coz bitch 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
[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
Huh
That's right
Yeah
You already know what this is nigga
Handcuff your hoe, we coming to your city to fuck that bitch on the tour bus nigga
And I don't even smoke no more, all imma do is count cash while that bitch pour Clicquot on her butt crack nigga while I'm cuffing from the back
Shove her head in the pillow nigga and chuck the hood up
I'm breaking niggas hearts you better know that
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
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 shit i drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you fuck niggas [???] 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 nigga shit i will not compromise, you
Dick riding jealous niggas all deserve to die
How you scared of heights but still hate me cos I'm fly?
Niggas 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
Fuck was on your mind thinking you could even try
Act like yall faggot niggas was gon press the line
[Instrumental continues]
Yeah
Hussle music
This that TMC
The marathon continues
Ihussle.com all that
Wassup lil baby fuck with a real nigga ill pick you up in the bulletproof or the droptop Benz
We gon do what we do you know, fuck them niggas
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look
Story of my life, Wake up on my grind don't go to sleep till late at night
Niggas play my mixtapes, and they bitches say he tight
Say i remind her of the type of nigga that she like
Type of shit that starts a fight, but its been like that all my life
Crack your bitch off my bike, Jealous ass ill fuck a nigga wife
Got that swagger got that swipe, get that cash i live that life
Take that hoe bitch 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, Dickies sagged
Hopscotch through security coz bitch 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
[Interlude: Nipsey Hussle]
Huh
That's right
Yeah
You already know what this is nigga
Handcuff your hoe, we coming to your city to fuck that bitch on the tour bus nigga
And I don't even smoke no more, all imma do is count cash while that bitch pour Clicquot on her butt crack nigga while I'm cuffing from the back
Shove her head in the pillow nigga and chuck the hood up
I'm breaking niggas hearts you better know that
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
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 shit i drive
Got a license to survive that means I got the right to ride on
All of you fuck niggas [???] 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 nigga shit i will not compromise, you
Dick riding jealous niggas all deserve to die
How you scared of heights but still hate me cos I'm fly?
Niggas 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
Fuck was on your mind thinking you could even try
Act like yall faggot niggas was gon press the line
[Instrumental continues]
( Nipsey Hussle )
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