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B-Legit - Rollin' Wit Hustlers lyrics
Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas B-legit: Addyup(?) cuz' they done fucked Wit a nigga tryin' to get a buck I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still Beat the case off of dan vill (?) Now i'm back for the overkill, hundred dollar bills Stuffed in the duffel bag (duffel bag) 5 pounds in the back of the deuce rag So harm could ya, would ya help the big fella' Tell 'em how you about that scrilla Harm: It goes down like brandy Peruvian, mother of pearl, caucasion white bitch Dirty white girl, uncut raw like eddy Sharp like a 'chete Steady on the program With missions to get fetti And i'm ready On the pedal heavy when i smash The same muthafucka that hit the gas and dash To the other side on the down low 'cuz i only deal with hustlers not bustas you know Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas B-legit: And not too many get to ride with me And you know how a punk ass bitch can be A snitch to me Heart pump on hundred And probably ain't neva' gonna' have no money Harm: I know the same situations But know the vocations to a brother that's lack No muscles in your crack What happened to all the days that you spent hustlin' Now everytime i see ya' you be strugglin' B-legit: The batch betta have my cav And keep the shit comin like the little big rabbit Dag nabbit I gotta have it to support Can't come up short So i'm still selling with the super sport Harm: I'm still independent But in a minute i'ma be laughing I got it straight from b-legit Told me, harm you can have this So i had to get to focus Left fools all wet No jokin' in this game that i play And representin' with hustlers eryday Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas Harm: A funkin we goin' go In a carpice fo' door Ready for war Suspects get took Playin' the wrong crooks Legit, harm wit firearm And you quiet like storm B-legit: In-fra-red Niggaz fled from the street side From a nigga droppin' mess in a fleet side Niggaz ride to blast wit no mass in the broad daylight See i neva fuck with bustas at night Harm: Game tight 'cuz the game be thick Gotta watch out who ya fuk wit 'cuz bustas die quick So legezee Would you let ya' playa pezee knezee How it goes dezee in the tezee B-legit: For shezee The savage moves chickens like a mexican And i'm back to writin' bad ass checks again Well check yo' chin Bitch believe that Stays nathin' but game so receive that (x2) Only mess with those hustlers Never mess with those bustas Only role with those hustlers Never mess with no bustas Harm: (x4) Only mess with huslters right Now baby like to roll with me |
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