歌曲 | Hustler Musik |
歌手 | Lil Wayne |
专辑 | Mr. Carter |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one | |
I'ma paint da city red wit dis one | |
I'm ahead wit dis one | |
See u fuckin' wit da boys | |
Who tote toys way before Christmas | |
No assistance just | |
That persistence with | |
That commitment if | |
I don't get it, somebody gon' die tonight | |
I know my vibe is tight | |
And I deserve da throne | |
And if da kid ain't right | |
Den let me die in his songs | |
See I'll be ridin' just | |
Ridin alone' | |
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin' | |
How da hell u ain't here 2 see ya prince do his thing? | |
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king | |
Shant be, so I be who I be, that's me | |
Dats Weezy F. Baby and | |
Please say da motherfuckin' | |
So I be who I be, that's me | |
Dats Weezy F. Baby and | |
Please say da motherfuckin' | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I'm takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don't move | |
Then I won't budge | |
(Won't budge) | |
No I won't budge, no Lord | |
Money iz da motivation | |
Facin' da avenue | |
Back touchin' da wall | |
Got da weed, got da gun | |
Gotta run when I hear da bird call | |
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off | |
Swerve off | |
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr. | |
Anybody murderer | |
If Birdman sponsor it | |
Phantom of da Opera | |
All black, guap tent, locked in | |
I can let them shots out | |
U can't get no shots in | |
Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof | |
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy | |
They call â€~em Bullet Tooth | |
I'm like, what it do, what it do | |
There's a full court pressure | |
I'm just going for da 2 | |
If I'm open for da 3 | |
I'ma take it in a second | |
Even if there's one second | |
I'ma make it, it's nothin' | |
I don't take it for granted | |
I don't take it for nothin' | |
I take it for what it's worth | |
To da derf motherfucker | |
(Yea) | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I'm takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don't move | |
Then I won't budge | |
(Won't budge) | |
No I won't budge, no Lord | |
I ain't neva killed nobody I promise | |
And I promise if u try me | |
He gon' have to rewind dis track | |
And make me go back | |
Dat thing a go rrrat | |
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat | |
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas | |
Got Nina in my palm and I'm masturbating | |
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'? | |
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in | |
Got me feelin' like Scarface | |
Light da Cohiba, streets reply | |
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high | |
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons | |
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up | |
And look I got some | |
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up | |
See it's a cold world so homie bundle up | |
We ain't on dis grind for nothin' | |
Now get ya hustle up | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I'm takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don't move | |
Then I won't budge | |
(Won't budge) | |
No I won't budge, no Lord | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I'm just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I'm takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don't move | |
Then I won't budge | |
(Won't budge) | |
No I won't budge, no Lord | |
Man, man this be that Hustler Musik | |
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo | |
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo | |
I'm asking y'all please, please | |
Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik | |
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik | |
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo | |
Vibe to it yo | |
It's trill shit man, it's real talk man | |
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it | |
It's trill shit man, it's real talk boy | |
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it | |
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', it's the way it go | |
I ain't bragging, I ain't boastin', that's the way it is | |
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body | |
We warned the place, we here | |
Fuck bitches, it's young money, nigga |
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one | |
I' ma paint da city red wit dis one | |
I' m ahead wit dis one | |
See u fuckin' wit da boys | |
Who tote toys way before Christmas | |
No assistance just | |
That persistence with | |
That commitment if | |
I don' t get it, somebody gon' die tonight | |
I know my vibe is tight | |
And I deserve da throne | |
And if da kid ain' t right | |
Den let me die in his songs | |
See I' ll be ridin' just | |
Ridin alone' | |
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin' | |
How da hell u ain' t here 2 see ya prince do his thing? | |
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king | |
Shant be, so I be who I be, that' s me | |
Dats Weezy F. Baby and | |
Please say da motherfuckin' | |
So I be who I be, that' s me | |
Dats Weezy F. Baby and | |
Please say da motherfuckin' | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
Money iz da motivation | |
Facin' da avenue | |
Back touchin' da wall | |
Got da weed, got da gun | |
Gotta run when I hear da bird call | |
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off | |
Swerve off | |
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr. | |
Anybody murderer | |
If Birdman sponsor it | |
Phantom of da Opera | |
All black, guap tent, locked in | |
I can let them shots out | |
U can' t get no shots in | |
Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof | |
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy | |
They call em Bullet Tooth | |
I' m like, what it do, what it do | |
There' s a full court pressure | |
I' m just going for da 2 | |
If I' m open for da 3 | |
I' ma take it in a second | |
Even if there' s one second | |
I' ma make it, it' s nothin' | |
I don' t take it for granted | |
I don' t take it for nothin' | |
I take it for what it' s worth | |
To da derf motherfucker | |
Yea | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
I ain' t neva killed nobody I promise | |
And I promise if u try me | |
He gon' have to rewind dis track | |
And make me go back | |
Dat thing a go rrrat | |
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat | |
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas | |
Got Nina in my palm and I' m masturbating | |
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'? | |
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in | |
Got me feelin' like Scarface | |
Light da Cohiba, streets reply | |
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high | |
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons | |
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up | |
And look I got some | |
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up | |
See it' s a cold world so homie bundle up | |
We ain' t on dis grind for nothin' | |
Now get ya hustle up | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
Man, man this be that Hustler Musik | |
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo | |
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo | |
I' m asking y' all please, please | |
Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik | |
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik | |
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo | |
Vibe to it yo | |
It' s trill shit man, it' s real talk man | |
It' s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it | |
It' s trill shit man, it' s real talk boy | |
It' s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it | |
I ain' t bragging, I ain' t boastin', it' s the way it go | |
I ain' t bragging, I ain' t boastin', that' s the way it is | |
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body | |
We warned the place, we here | |
Fuck bitches, it' s young money, nigga |
Goddamn, missed and hit a nigga in his head with dis one | |
I' ma paint da city red wit dis one | |
I' m ahead wit dis one | |
See u fuckin' wit da boys | |
Who tote toys way before Christmas | |
No assistance just | |
That persistence with | |
That commitment if | |
I don' t get it, somebody gon' die tonight | |
I know my vibe is tight | |
And I deserve da throne | |
And if da kid ain' t right | |
Den let me die in his songs | |
See I' ll be ridin' just | |
Ridin alone' | |
Wit my daddy on my mind, like u gotta be kiddin' | |
How da hell u ain' t here 2 see ya prince do his thing? | |
Sometimes I wanna drop a tear but no emotions from a king | |
Shant be, so I be who I be, that' s me | |
Dats Weezy F. Baby and | |
Please say da motherfuckin' | |
So I be who I be, that' s me | |
Dats Weezy F. Baby and | |
Please say da motherfuckin' | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
Money iz da motivation | |
Facin' da avenue | |
Back touchin' da wall | |
Got da weed, got da gun | |
Gotta run when I hear da bird call | |
Dang, hop in dat thang and merk off | |
Swerve off | |
U kno me dey call me Birdman Jr. | |
Anybody murderer | |
If Birdman sponsor it | |
Phantom of da Opera | |
All black, guap tent, locked in | |
I can let them shots out | |
U can' t get no shots in | |
Bullet proof, leave a nigga wit a bullet roof | |
Shoot ya in ya mouth, Leroy | |
They call em Bullet Tooth | |
I' m like, what it do, what it do | |
There' s a full court pressure | |
I' m just going for da 2 | |
If I' m open for da 3 | |
I' ma take it in a second | |
Even if there' s one second | |
I' ma make it, it' s nothin' | |
I don' t take it for granted | |
I don' t take it for nothin' | |
I take it for what it' s worth | |
To da derf motherfucker | |
Yea | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
I ain' t neva killed nobody I promise | |
And I promise if u try me | |
He gon' have to rewind dis track | |
And make me go back | |
Dat thing a go rrrat | |
Dat boy will lay flat, so flat | |
Dat act is wat I perform amongst u hatas | |
Got Nina in my palm and I' m masturbating | |
Black Peter Pan, fly till I die, what u sayin'? | |
Bathin' ape, Eve Saint, Evisu wat I stay in | |
Got me feelin' like Scarface | |
Light da Cohiba, streets reply | |
I look right in the 4 seater, u know I be high | |
Get right in the 4 seater, top floor of da Four Seasons | |
4 of dem whores, and they all kno how to cook it up | |
And look I got some | |
And only one know how to bag, bitch bundle up | |
See it' s a cold world so homie bundle up | |
We ain' t on dis grind for nothin' | |
Now get ya hustle up | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
Baby u gotta kno dat I' m just out here | |
Doin' what I gotta do 4 me and u and we eatin' | |
So bitch, how da fuck iz u trippin'? | |
I' m takin' dese chances | |
My head 2 da sky | |
My feet on da ground | |
My fingas 2 da judge | |
If da money don' t move | |
Then I won' t budge | |
Won' t budge | |
No I won' t budge, no Lord | |
Man, man this be that Hustler Musik | |
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik, yo | |
So ride to it yo, and vibe to it yo | |
I' m asking y' all please, please | |
Young Weezy got that Hustla Musik | |
Young Weezy got that muthafucking Hustler Musik | |
Ride to it yo, vibe to it yo | |
Vibe to it yo | |
It' s trill shit man, it' s real talk man | |
It' s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it | |
It' s trill shit man, it' s real talk boy | |
It' s how we do it, how we did it, how we done it | |
I ain' t bragging, I ain' t boastin', it' s the way it go | |
I ain' t bragging, I ain' t boastin', that' s the way it is | |
Better guard your kids, guard your face, better guard your body | |
We warned the place, we here | |
Fuck bitches, it' s young money, nigga |