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Erry day Hustlin


Look,

Daddy out here bustin a whole lotta moves 

im tryna change the hustle i'm tryna put my family in some dripped out shoes

I'm tryna chain the chain of everyone in my famly that's starving

Un i just wanna put my Fatha in a bust down iced out rollie 

People stay testin my faith Ion want yo punk ass nigga cause i aint got 

No time fo you weak ass bitches Cause my name Norii i'm just livin my life

Sayless pussy bitchess yo pussy so loose from all the niggas that popped that shit

Damn bitches stay lying on my name Fuck all yoou niggass talkin bout i'm too ghetto 

and too ratchet KNOCK ME DOWN NINETY NINE TIMES BUT I GET UP A HUNID

I hate all these assuming bitches 

Fuck these punk ass teachas that stay trippin in my muthfuckin school i can't taake 

This corny ass shit no mo stop stabbing me in my back say the dumb shit behind me 

But wouldn't dare say it to my face. Fuck yo asses ion got time for these fucking

staff in MJHS THAT STAY TRIPPIN ON MY LINE GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE

BEFORE I DO SUM TO YO RACE YEA I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE

THEY SAY IM TOO LOUD AND EXTRA BUT WHEN U SEE WHAT I GREW UP WIT 

YOU COME OUT LIKE THIS CAME OUT THE PUSSY A WINNER

I'MMA DIE A WINNER IMMA DO A BROKE BITCH DIRTYYY KKNOCK ME DOWNWN 

FUCK YOU BITCHESSS

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