Hustle Gang, nigga, hood richin'
Hustle Gang ova errthang
Got a man, he gon' do it befo you do it
Ya amateur, just a man and ya wanna get to it
It's jibberless and I just wanna get to it, man
I tried, told her bring a friend or I ain't wanna do it
Hop a thot, spread out, aye there partner,
show me where the head at
And a home girl a squirter, switch the bed ap
And I made her dammit, dat the one ya care bout?!
Huh, anyway, meet the grand off with gummy pants
I got ya bitch all on me, I don't even wanna ask
Prolly ask her where the cow, where she goin'?
I tell 'em fuck her, he ain't hard and he knows it
Aye, man I swear this a heart
when she blow it sponsored links
She a whore, she be goin',
out the door when she throw it
Like the cars she be goin' off, and like she wanna see
How far she can go down
And it ain't far till she yellin' out 'oh Lord,
will ya take it out?'
They the ones that wanna see me take it out
Bunch of bad bitches all around my whereabouts
Then who ya man is I don't care about
If she got an ass on her, I'mma wear it out
This one thang she will neva do
Anything but what I tell her to
Aye, and here's one thing that I tell her
Please, when you and him speak, don't speak on me
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
Don't ya tell em what we do
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Know ya say ya down wid it
Won't tell 'em how you hit the ground wid it
Girl ya know I'm from Chicago
I act a fool, Bobby Brown wid it (in it)
Nobody take me out though
Ya got gifts bring em down the South Pole
Marathon doll gon putting miles
Don't you worry about it might gon work it out
Only is you got me feeling like this
oh why, why, why, why!
Luvin while grabbing the rhythm of yo hips
That's right, right, right, right, right!
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
Don't ya tell em what we do
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Deli fool, fool wid it
But ya know I know what to do wid it
I get it that girl I'm talkin laps
Ya said you got to pull wid it
And she say she with yo best friends
Then let me beat it down and
Ya know ya feeling it now, so press play
Just keep that ass windin'
Only wit you got it feel like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why!
Lovin' and grabbin' the rhythm of yo hips!
That's right, right, right, right, right!
Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer, fuckin' like no otha
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Throw it up, 9-1-4 8-6-1-6
I got a missed call from your bitch
She been plotting
on me for a a cool minute
She wanna suck my
dick and I'm cool with it
I like her in the shower
when its wet and fresh
it's some twitter
pussy, I met her on the internet
On my late night thirsty
Cuz it was late night
and I was thirsty
Girl I've been to that county girl,
I ain't tell it
Handcuff 'em to that bed,
girl that ain't no belly
I keep a stack of hundreds like
I can keep a secret
If anything if you were just explored
and you wasn't cheatin'
She got my number stored
with under fake names
Her nigga think she faithful
but she runnin' game
Yolo, so take me out this polos
And we can fuck from uno ocho
Only you should got me
feeling like this
Oh why, why, why, why, why
Loving and grabbing
the rhythm of the hips
That's right right right right right
Rhythm is a dancer,
I need a companion
Girl I guess that must be you
Body like the summer,
fucking like no other
Don't you tell 'em what we do
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
Don't tell 'em
Don't tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
You don't even
You don't even gotta tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
Don't you tell 'em
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