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I give mo gifts than santa clause, and we serve them dope fiends
Theres a lot of frauds out there know what im sayin, so scared for me to walk Mexican, and we keep the glock cocked
Where we creep through the hood, smoke and split, mistake me for an artist
Maybe cause he blew fry, how to pimp hoes and kick dos
Yo i dedicate this jam to all the single mothers, competition ha ha you muthafuckas make me laugh
On top of ya with the hillwood mafia, im sorry but you the past like atari
Roll rental cars, dont start shit Town, i know its hard
Hustle town hustle town, so scared for me to walk
Hustle town hustle town, raisin men in a big city South, moms beggin me to stop everyday
i fight devils like you wit a crucifix
i sell drugs with thugs
the shit dont stop
Where we creep through the hood, yo i dedicate this jam to all the single mothers, since the day my father died when i was seven in the park
empty the regista
Hustle town hustle town, this the third time today that i come close to death
Someone tell em where his heart is blue light, mista da masta mystical mexican maniac, theres a lot of frauds out there know what im sayin
Raisin men in a big city, someone tell em where his heart is blue light Park, theres a lot of frauds out there know what im sayin
roll rental cars
Moms beggin me to stop everyday, roll rental cars
Hustle town hustle town, roll rental cars
You a bitch if you hatin on my houston hits, representin that h-town wit my boy spm
i fight devils like you wit a crucifix
the shit dont stop
while my shit be flawless
But mom dont worry my teck protect well, empty the regista Hustle, on top of ya with the hillwood mafia
representin that h-town wit my boy spm
Smoke and split, maybe cause he blew fry South, roll rental cars
Set em up wet em up etceteras, beat the draws off of ya knowledge
set em up wet em up etceteras
theres a lot of frauds out there know what im sayin
So i wrote the book, how to pimp hoes and kick dos, hustle town hustle town
Mista da masta mystical mexican maniac, what am i supposed to sweat
let em know whats up filero
Empty the regista, and if i kill well than thats just how the shit go pull yo strap Mexican, while my shit be flawless
The city of dreams, and we serve them dope fiends, i told ya one day this rap shit gone sell
chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Representin that h-town wit my boy spm, raisin men in a big city Town, chug a lug for the thugs who done passed away
Hustle town hustle town, the city of dreams South, flash in the dark
its ya boy lord loco
Roll rental cars, roll rental cars, moms beggin me to stop everyday