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Lloyd Lyrics for Song: Hustler
 Lyrics for Album: Southside [2004]
 
 
 
 19492>Hustler
 
 
 
 Yo yo yo
 
 (hustler baby)
 
 Oh
 
 No
 
 (hustler baby)
 
 Oh
 
 No
 
 (hustler baby)
 
 
 
 [verse 1:]
 
 
 
 Deep in the cut
 
 With the chrome on the thrown
 
 Down in Decatur
 
 Where the haters get shown
 
 Ride around the spots
 
 Where the pot gets grown
 
 Now Im feelin blowed
 
 Smoke by the zone
 
 Misfit dudes by the rules reapply
 
 Creeps low wit cruise control when Im high
 
 Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
 
 Gotta get blatta tatted
 
 Hit up green rise
 
 
 
 [hook:]
 
 
 
 So Im ridin down this long country road
 
 Followin rainbows
 
 Tryna reach us in gold
 
 I gotta grind hard
 
 Til this shit gets sold
 
 Just sit back relax
 
 N watch it unfold
 
 So Im gone hit up the studio
 
 Write about 24
 
 Til these hits get throwed
 
 Cash checks
 
 Get a boat
 
 Betta keep it afloat
 
 Dont end up bankrupt and broke
 
 
 
 [chorus:]
 
 
 
 Ima hustler baby
 
 (hudstler baby)
 
 Im on the grind
 
 And down for mine
 
 Ima hustler baby
 
 (hustler baby)
 
 Gotta get the abs
 
 And get that cash
 
 Ima hustler baby
 
 (ima hustler baby)
 
 Im accusin peeps
 
 Gotta stack my cheese
 
 Ima hustler baby
 
 Ima hustler
 
 (ima hustler baby)
 
 
 
 [verse 2:]
 
 
 
 Oh
 
 Now we deep on the creep
 
 Down in Martin Luther King
 
 Watch for the curb and the swirb on lean
 
 Gotta hit the scene
 
 So fresh so clean
 
 In exclusive Irv and Jeffery jeans
 
 Cash rules everything around me
 
 CREAM
 
 My whole teams favorite color is green
 
 Eventhough my 20/20 vision is keen
 
 Never estimate
 
 Get weighed by the beam
 
 
 
 [hook and chorus]
 
 
 
 [Chinks rap:]
 
 
 
 Shawty you can catch us in the back of the club
 
 (uh huh)
 
 Fresh to death
 
 Nigga pourin it up
 
 (yea)
 
 All the killaz straight showin me love
 
 And the biggest bad bitches all wantin to fuck
 
 (wantin to fuck)
 
 They know Im the realest nigga to hang wit
 
 Im caped up
 
 Plus I love to slang dick
 
 Up in the alley in the aston vain wish
 
 ?
 
 Until I make they fuckin brains ?
 
 Look shawty im dangerous
 
 Yo nigga hate me
 
 Cause you prolly his main bitch
 
 Fuck who you came wit
 
 Let me explain this
 
 I prefer the block
 
 But ill pop the stainless
 
 Nigga got em creepin out the club real slow
 
 Bitches shoot what they started
 
 Askin can they go
 
 Hell yea my nigga Lloyd
 
 These hoes is G'd up
 
 And they down to fuck
 
 So roll that weed up
 
 
 
 [chorus]
 
 19492>
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| Album Lyrics: Southside [2004] |  
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  Lloyd
 "Southside [2004]"
 
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