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All these hustlers They're in love with her But love is just a word, so They're just customers All these hustlers They're in love with her But love is just a word, so They're just customers Hey, you met her at a house party [?] You grip a glass while she flicks the sticks Fireball shots and the shit seems lit But yo she knows if your pipe game is sixteen bits She a true player in the literal sense Got a flat twist and a cinnamon tint Home slang hips with a venomous spit The type you can't get without a gentleman's wit, but You bum ride while she glides in the BM Called out at home trying to slide in the DM From AM to PM she servin' toys Her red bottoms covered in the blood of fuck boys On the soles of her primrose pumps You find the soul of a two-pump chump Who refuse to kick rocks in some beat up Chucks So just let her put her feet up, cuz She ain't playin' with you Letras de canciones All these hustlers They're in love with her But love is just a word, so They're just customers All these hustlers They're in love with her But love is just a word, so They're just customers Yeah, huh, she switch hips and the thighs switch wit' her Warms up the room like Sunday dinner [?] tap water game won't wet her 'cause she can hear the blues more better Even with your shoe game together Gold links for miles She kinda like black dynamite with [?] She prefers goals over gold She can see the diamond in the cold, Which is worth tenfold Can't handle blunt? Don't roll Find a smaller mind with a booty on swole You can swear her but Hollywood’s cold Clamor for the glamour 'til the bitter gets old And rubs off Go from one in a million to one a minim She can wish you well Probably flip you a penny Ain't tryna mate for life at age twenty But needs more than sex in the city, say Ooo you gon' run away Say ooo middle of the night Ooo found love at first sight May not love for life, but that's cool [?] From Letras Mania