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lirik lagu hustler vs. scammer – peezy

[verse 1]
seventeen with my own trap (with my own spot)
talkin’ to the hook, we don’t condone that (we don’t do that)
talk to siri, i don’t need a f*ckin’ road map
she on her period, she almost f*cked up the whole bag (she almost blew it)
and my watch, that’s a whole thang (that’s a whole brick)
i’m talkin’ fetty wap, not no cocaine (lil’ n*gga)
bought an eighth from unc’ like i’m rocaine (yeah)
two liter pineapple, pour the whole thang
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas again (uh*uh)
i’m married now, i’m done f*ckin’ these b*tches again (i’m done)
check my account, i just made me a ticket again (i just made another ticket)
i hit the baddest b*tches out in michigan and i ain’t give ’em sh*t (and i ain’t give ’em sh*t)
you really got it out the mud, n*gga, lift your wrist (lift it up)
sippin’ wockhardt all day, now a n*gga stiff (yeah)
i might buy a b*tch a bag if she talk right
it’s funny how the shirt all black, but it’s off*white (huh?)
before we got this sh*t off rap, we got it off white (yeah)
cuttin’ up a half a brick, we gon’ be in this b*tch all night (n*gga)
yeah, i’m the man, n*gga, face it (face it)
the little sh*t you coppin’ with, i spend it on a b*tch bracelet (nothin’)
i won’t touch a b*tch if she basic (nope)
i’m in a penthouse now, i came out the bas*m*nt (i came out the bas*m*nt)
i hit a brick with a hammer, huh, yeah
had to hit a brick with a hammer, it was harder than the f*ckin’ pavement
bro stabbed me in the back, felt like it was jason (d*mn)
endured so much pain, i just can’t take it (i just can’t take it)
she done jumped on this thang and she can’t take it (sh*t, b*tch), yeah
[verse 2]
sellin’ dope in front my granny crib, yeah (in front my granny house)
i sold dope with my whole family, n*gga, yeah (with my whole family, n*gga)
grew up seein’ gold chains and caddies, n*gga, yeah (i grew up seein’ sh*t)
grew up seein’ whole thangs and baggies, n*gga (what you know about it?)
tried to tell my n*ggas get some money, f*ck that smoke (f*ck that smoke)
my n*gga tried to tell me do some scammin’, f*ck that dope (man, f*ck that dope sh*t)
i tried to tell my n*gga it’s hard to change, it’s all i know (my n*gga)
my n*gga told me we do whatever the f*ck we want (my n*gga)
i been prayin’ to god, i been stressin’ (stressed out)
been goin’ through so much sh*t, man, i need a blessing (for real)
brodie in the feds called, tellin’ me keep rappin’ (h*llo?)
this sh*t ain’t goin right, now i’m back passin’ out these testers (i’m here)
my n*gga lost his life, now i’m back ridin’ around with these weapons
plug dropped the price, got a n*gga flyin’ back out to texas
i’m back overnight
keep these p*ssy n*ggas ‘way from me, i ain’t too social
n*ggas jump right in they feelings when they see you havin’ motion, yeah (f*ck ’em)

- peezy

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