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100 gorillas vs me - hustleman quise lyrics

[intro]
(ziggymadeit)

[chorus: hustleman quise]
i’m a live*ass n*gga, really came up from the bottom
you gon’ need a hundred gorillas versus me to try and stop me
unc’ loaded in the trap, havin’ percocets and molly
left the spot with two bags, one pounds and one profit, n*gga
trash bags full, on the counter, it’s a sample
had to count it with my hands, bro left the money counter
all i’m doin’ is sh*t poppin’ like my son do in a pamper
i can pull up maybach or a rolls*royce phantom

[verse 1: hustleman quise]
every day, countin’ up some profit is a must
my trap goin’ dumb like a short yellow bus
i ain’t never have to worry, n*gga, know my plug clutch
every time i’m in the trap, i’ma make it double dutch
i been workin’ three spots, mr. get my hands dirty
i’ma vacuum seal ’em up and wipe the suitcase with detergent
i ain’t pickin’ up the phone, probably in the hood workin’
i’m just drivin’ down hampton with a hundred kinda nervous
brand*new goyard, only use it for some racks
before t went wide*body, he was thinkin’ trx
at the trap, we locked in, at the club, we make a mess
when i was nineteen, n*gga, i had a benz and a ‘vette
[chorus: hustleman quise]
i’m a live*ass n*gga, really came up from the bottom
you gon’ need a hundred gorillas versus me to try and stop me
unc’ loaded in the trap, havin’ percocets and molly
left the spot with two bags, one pounds and one profit, n*gga
trash bags full, on the counter, it’s a sample
had to count it with my hands, bro left the money counter
all i’m doin’ is sh*t poppin’ like my son do in a pamper
i can pull up maybach or a rolls*royce phantom

[verse 2: headhuncho amir]
bro pulled up maybach even though miri in a wraith
they go crazy for that new d, know them youngins havin’ pape’
i need all mines, bust them hoes down to the shake
i’m a ‘bow n*gga, it’s some n*ggas goin’ crazy with that eigth
stack it by the five, all i do is run through rubber bands
i got five n*ggas on lock, free my n*ggas out the can
wake up every day and chase some paper, n*gga, quit all that playin’
free bands, sell dope, scam, get it off the land
i come big balencis and i got a dub in my pants
i was finna f*ck lil’ shawty, i don’t even f*ck fans
when i go to sleep, know that 19 on the nightstand
if you see the lv duffy, n*gga, i’m with hustleman
why these n*ggas playin’? huh, n*gga, get up on your sh*t
n*gga, i’m ridin’ down scyene by myself behind tint
if i post i’m at the jeweler, know it’s money gettin’ spent
when i was broke, them folks changed on me, i feel like errol spence
real sh*t popper like neph’ do inside the pamper
hide the l’s anywhere, stuff ’em in a clothes hamper
i’m in la f*ckin’ with a grower, checkin’ out some samples
n*gga movin’ whole things, n*gga started out with answers
[chorus: hustleman quise]
i’m a live*ass n*gga, really came up from the bottom
you gon’ need a hundred gorillas versus me to try and stop me
unc’ loaded in the trap, havin’ percocets and molly
left the spot with two bags, one pounds and one profit, n*gga
trash bags full, on the counter, it’s a sample
had to count it with my hands, bro left the money counter
all i’m doin’ is sh*t poppin’ like my son do in a pamper
i can pull up maybach or a rolls*royce phantom

- hustleman quise lyrics

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