Murs hustler remix

Description:You fall off you look around you'll be seein who fake A true hustler, fall on his face and keep risin' So just when they counted me out, I surprised 'em Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in My punch card make money appear, out of oxygen As long as I'm breathin, my pockets will swell And John Cena's the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what? You fall off you look around you'll be seein who fake A true hustler, fall on his face and keep risin So just when they counted me out, I surprised 'em Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in My punch card make money appear, out of oxygen As long as I'm breathin, my pockets will swell And John Cena's the kid, that go through hell for a cell, what? You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker Goal not to be broken have to stroll like a sucker So pay me what you owe me and don't play with me homey E EWater ain't gon' give it to you late late EWater gon' give it to you straight, way before 8 I used to quarterback weight weight Did whatever it had to take to put out my first tape tape Tryin' to outsmart the boys in blue Never knew how much I made made I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top fade fade But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne mayne That's off my cocoa leaf leaf Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty cheeks The same old clothes for weeks weeks gritty and sabalosa A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper roper Sippin on King Cobra Cobra bankroll full of huns huns Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Miuzi Weighs a Ton" Ton Ooh, and it was off to the hood hood Local boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker Goal not to be broken have to stroll like a sucker So pay me what you owe me and don't play with me homey [E] EWater ain't gon' give it to you late late EWater gon' give it to you straight, way before 8 I used to quarterback weight weight Did whatever it had to take to put out my first tape tape Tryin to outsmart the boys in blue Never knew how much I made made I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top fade fade But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne mayne That's off my cocoa leaf leaf Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty cheeks The same old clothes for weeks weeks gritty and sabalosa A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper roper Sippin on King Cobra Cobra bankroll full of huns huns Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton" Ton Oooh, and it was off to the hood hood Local boy from Vallejo, that player done made it good!

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