Chamillionaire, Lil Wayne - I'm a Hustla lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chamillionaire, Lil Wayne - I'm a Hustla lyrics]
Nigga, ask about me, nigga, ask about me
Nigga, ask about me, nigga, ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me
Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip
Deep or 6 deep or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie clip deep
With this heat
A body builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians
They don't wanna end up mince meat
You'll see, where the mortuary was at
I know you miss me snatch the gat
Brrr-at! And lyrically wreck
That ass officially
I see you live in fairytales
Niggas better switch beefs
I had a tooth fairy choke his
Ass up outa his sleep
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they
Mention any names?
Hell no! You scared crow? Try
Your best to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro
We know that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith
Like you could get a key made
You all up on the thang
Like little girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like
6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them PJ's
Bully, skinny
But the arms strong like you was BJ's
I hear these rapping niggas but believe
I'm not a fan of it i'm here to rid the rap
Game of all it's contaminants
I'm better than the average, I want her
I can have the chick
Doing the same pose as Paris
Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause
I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game while these
Other suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings
They don't wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game with rose
Petals and a candle lit haha
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler
Aaaaaay
I'm a southern boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all city slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling like a villain off a killing
Looking at the ceilings like I'mma
Get in for realer
I'mma get it regardless, hard as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire? Know
How I'mma get a million
And I'm in the pavilion
Chilling with my girl but
I don't speak Sicilian
But we both count the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it
It come out the same as
If I wanna win with it but I'm out the game
Y'all boys trynna get me killed huh
You know the Feds are my biggest fans
I got to watch what the little one's saying
Man they see my momma and they
Wanna pull her over
Cause she ain't got no number on
The back of the Rover and yep - I'm locing
There's cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know
When your boy might touring
Just trynna get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm staring
Y'all boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, keep faring
Look like Keith Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat aura
Decent Christians, he owes momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look better
With the barker
Sit up in my office, you need to rebound
You got a box out, get up put a baller on
I'm right back with ya, never leave ya lonely
Forget about Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F baby man
Nigga, ask about me, nigga, ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me
Nigga, ask a, nigga, nigga, ask about me
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler homie
Nah man I'm not Blood deep or Crip
Deep or 6 deep or clip deep
How deep? This deep, nine millie clip deep
With this heat
A body builder turn into a pipsqueak
They turn to vegetarians
They don't wanna end up mince meat
You'll see, where the mortuary was at
I know you miss me snatch the gat
Brrr-at! And lyrically wreck
That ass officially
I see you live in fairytales
Niggas better switch beefs
I had a tooth fairy choke his
Ass up outa his sleep
Problem with Chamillionaire? Do they
Mention any names?
Hell no! You scared crow? Try
Your best to be brave
Got a Smith & Wesson bro
We know that you gon' behave
Safety, your locksmith
Like you could get a key made
You all up on the thang
Like little girls turning teenage
You really a bunch of hoes like
6th street at Texas relays
Ohio to Chicago, I got niggas in them PJ's
Bully, skinny
But the arms strong like you was BJ's
I hear these rapping niggas but believe
I'm not a fan of it i'm here to rid the rap
Game of all it's contaminants
I'm better than the average, I want her
I can have the chick
Doing the same pose as Paris
Hilton in them camera flicks (haha)
The mathematics get big cause
I'm demanding it
Raping the rap game while these
Other suckers is romancing it
They worried about it's feelings
They don't wanna take a chance with it
Kissing up to the game with rose
Petals and a candle lit haha
I'm a hustler, I'm a, I'm a hustler
Aaaaaay
I'm a southern boy, therefore I stunt
Y'all city slickers, we call it country dump
And I'm chilling like a villain off a killing
Looking at the ceilings like I'mma
Get in for realer
I'mma get it regardless, hard as it is
Who wants to be a millionaire? Know
How I'mma get a million
And I'm in the pavilion
Chilling with my girl but
I don't speak Sicilian
But we both count the same as
Long as when I say I'm with it
It come out the same as
If I wanna win with it but I'm out the game
Y'all boys trynna get me killed huh
You know the Feds are my biggest fans
I got to watch what the little one's saying
Man they see my momma and they
Wanna pull her over
Cause she ain't got no number on
The back of the Rover and yep - I'm locing
There's cooler ways to die but I'm smoking
There's cooler ways to ride but I'm soaring
Might do the young G5 or G4
Ay, you never know
When your boy might touring
Just trynna get me some air on Mike Jordan
Of this whole thing right here, I'm staring
Y'all boys just appear, I'm here, the Tardis
So applaud him, yeeeeah
Chinky eyes, keep faring
Look like Keith Moorer, street aura, uh
Still I hustled in the street like he poorer
Run up on him you sleep and eat aura
Decent Christians, he owes momma, those
Gucci seatbelts will look better
With the barker
Sit up in my office, you need to rebound
You got a box out, get up put a baller on
I'm right back with ya, never leave ya lonely
Forget about Frank momma, I can be your Tony
Weezy F baby man