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(feat. Ruga, C-Los & Playa) [Romeo: talking] Yea uh-huh-uh Hey pops I had to do it to em man haha [Pre-Hook x2: Unknown] I'm a hustler never sold drugs Kill is in my blood I was born to be a thug [Verse 1: Romeo] Mouth full of gold Jewels un froze I'm glow-glow-glowing But my name aint dro C-p-3, C-P-T I got the whole hood yelling They want me P. Miller wheels Iced out grills The house on the lake cost at least six mill Dude your too small Better get some hills You messing with the president Letras de cancionesMy soldiers kill Kinda on my truths So I never had to fight But like your grandma said Even nice thugs fight Only hang with black sheep I'm the only one white Why be wrong when I can be so right I make it rain all day and all night Kill the blind walk on water evey time. I'm a hustla just asks pops Sold mill on theses record I ain't have to get shot [Pre-Hook x2: Unknown] I'm a hustler never sold drugs Kill is in my blood I was born to be a thug [Hook x4: Romeo] I'ma hustler, pops I'm a hustler homie, yea [Pre-Hook x2: Unknown] [Hook x4: Romeo] [Verse 2: Playa] I'm on the grind making money Fling it to then fens Breaking down keys On the triple beam If you wanna get wit me Then come with 23 I got that brown that white Buy one get one free Buying jewelery VVS's in my teeth My family gotta eat Thats why I'm constantly in the streets I got that work for dirty If you want it come and get it Me and Rome getting paid And we keep it safe wit [Verse 3: Tank] I'm a west coast hustler West coast birta Rep south Central Front line soldier Who can make the club bounce Run them little girls out Gutta chain shining Whips just reclining I'm always about dough Hard on the oh Dudes break dough I'm a young 64 Up and down the streets grinding The po's cant find em Where your boy at? I'm in the mow hard timing [Pre-Hook x2: Unknown] [Hook x4: Romeo] [Pre-Hook x2: Unknown] [Hook x4: Romeo] [Verse 4: C-Los] I'm gutta gutta Thugging, hustling fo' real Like its ill It's still here first Benifill I'm a hustler I don't settle for a couple of mill I want the whole enchilada Like a couple of bill I'm a hustler like my daddy, like my brother, like my momma Number one and 9 to 5's And nigga real selling papa Stay tacked for them jacks And a tuck on the glock Thats cause I stay on my grind like I'm pumping a lot [Verse 5: Unsure whos this is] When it come to shapes and cubes I get it by two Break it up like fist fights And push it all the way through Let my chick set sail like my bro's on a cruise Gutta music got stacks We'd ball on the screw Order be cool You don't wanna star on the news Grow weed in Louisiana animals Like Autum Bensue I'm a fool Get money, get Cash Let them haters hate Now I'm on the blocking pumping bass Like the 808 [Pre-Hook x2: Unknown] [Hook x4: Romeo] From Letras Mania