Luyện nghe bài hát FDB (Remix)

Hustle

West Side, Bankhead,(remix) that's I'm from
Everything did
It been
My Tru game and my game
You can't that shit

steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
(FDP) Nah, fuck bitch
that bitch (fuck that bitch)
Fuck bitch
Bitch holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla)
(Remix) Fuck bitch
Fuck that (Fuck that bitch)
steady holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, that bitch

Biotch! Bitch!
Fuck that like Too $hort
My whole crew here, you thought?
Bumping, smoking Newport
Ho keep bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck bitch
Ho told you she ain't me
Then fuck that bitch
Why you mad I give you stacks?
Why you mad I call you back?
I ain't buy you that, I ain't fly you
Ho ass nigga, that how you act
Now a bitch bout "fuck me"
Fuck me fuck that fuck that
Ho keeps you "trust me"
Hey! I don't that bitch
Coke Boys, Bronx,
Hey! where I'm from
That fly my niggas talk
Hey! been done
My game is on Hammer Time,
touch that shit
Ho talking bout "fuck me" (what man)
Man, fuck that

Fuck that bitch (fuck bitch)
Fuck that
Bitch holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, that bitch
Fuck that bitch (fuck bitch)
that bitch
Bitch steady 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla)
Nah, that bitch

go three,
Stupid on the remix I'mma show you how to raise up out the fire a phoenix
I'm a Bankhead nigga, so I'm straighter a penis
If ya try the westside, I'mma nut up like
Ice got me anemic, up in Neiman's
And everytime I get a new broad, I get
My baby mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like Venus, wanna ?
Red panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, big ass green
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em bulimic
Pardon, my Tyme album a problem

Wait! Fuck that
Fuck that
Bitch holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?"
Nah, fuck that
Fuck that
Fuck that
Bitch holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla)
Nah, that bitch

I'm the yacht master, rollie iced like a hockey
Kick it like a soccer player, nigga hating like a
Long neck, grew ?, your bitch got for me
We been walking on the stars midnight, homie
I the pussy, hit it like a fist fight, homie
My dick know what she kiss like, homie
See, the molly got a gun, you could but she ignoring
I was balls deep in it, nigga, you even know it
Blowing headband, strongest in the
Say you hit it safe? You ain't the nigga, can
She wanna be a freak, you be a man
head in the Coupe, sex in the Sprinter Van
Run a court game, no one-on-one
this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I no one
Nigga, she want me Givenchy
In a presidential suite, nigga, me on
Why they me pussy pumper, nigga, she gon' see
Like she gon' see, like she see
Okay, Gang, nigga, only thing I wear
Oh yeah, and a of oneself
And Strivers Row, you me, ho
Know where I'm from, where I rep

Side, Bankhead, where I'm from
Everything y'all did, it done
My Tru and my shoe game (what?)
You can't that shit

A bitch that 'bout "fuck me?" (holler holler)
Nah, that bitch

(I hoes, I'm a pimp, Trinidad Jame$ clothes)

Southside, ClayCo,
where I'm from, I'm on these Red Bottoms, Rick Owens
I been them Jordans, I said now, Ag compound
money, I'll throw it
My hair luxurious, yo' show ain't
I got a smile on my face like Dro old
Fuck yo' on the couch, no cover
Fuck yo' couch, I'm Rick James
She a freak, she don't like no rubbers
Fuck you nigga fuck yo' cousin
For some and a couple hundred
I you knew, let me teach you something
suck me and kiss you like it ain't nothing
Ugh, that cold,
Nigga, now you
You on the pussy?(lame)
I got pussy on
I get a whole lot of
Nigga, my show
Red, black and girls, yeah, they them Trinidad hoes

that bitch (fuck that bitch)
Fuck bitch
Bitch holl'in' 'bout "fuck me?" (holla holla)
Nah, that bitch
Fuck that (fuck that bitch)
Fuck bitch
Bitch steady holl'in' "fuck me?" (holla holla)
Nah, fuck bitch

I told you Hustle Gang on
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