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| Yung Joc Hustlenomics Hell Yeah [ad libs for the first 28 seconds as a machine counts money] [Chorus: Yung Joc] Shorty what the mood is, stacks on deck (hell yeah) Is that your life savings hangin 'round your neck (hell yeah) You put some shoes on that old school 'llac (hell yeah) Is you my nigga 'til they take your last breath (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha (hell yeah) Any kind I'm wit'cha way, wit'cha way I'm wit'cha [Yung Joc] Ay look, ay, Yung J-O-C now E'rybody, know me, better believe I'm O.G. Back back, gimme fo' feet, fo' the iron leave you with a slow leak Slow creep through yo' neighborhood, black SS with the gator and the wood 350 big block under my hood, crack my window - smell that good Wipe it down - I wish you would, bite my style - you wish you could On my town - I rep my hood, 'til they lay me down - it's understood Oh yes I ride for my homies, I die for my homies I lost a couple loved, yeah I cry for my homies Big guap' on deck, crack rocks on my neck Patron shots up next, make it rain, leave 'em wet What I got ay you can get it pimp, tell me what's the bid'ness pimp Crush the cake then make it flip, then be shoppin on the Imp If you think I'm lyin then my name ain't Joc The hustle gotta hollerate cause I ain't gon' stop Yeah I play my cards well but this ain't poker, I ain't bluffin And if you thug it like I thug it then I got one question [Chorus] [Yung Joc] Oh yeah my swagger kill 'em, call me Belligi{?} Williams Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, J so sick need penicillin I love the streets boi, I fuck with D boy Whole lot of money off in these streets so pull up a seat let's eat boy Haters gon' have plenty to say, long as pennies off in my safe So don't make me retaliate, AK spray every kinda which-a-way (BRRRRAP~!) I do shit you never seen befo', all my clothes next season hoe All my whips the cleanest yo, if you ain't gon' ball what you breathin fo' From hood to hood my name good, Cartier lens, frame wood Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would Real recognize real, dawg that's just how I feel I got nuttin but love to give, on everything that's how I live [Chorus] [Diddy] Aiyyo Joc, lemme get some of this man! C'mon check this out Okay I live it, I done it, oh yeah that's Hustlenomic$ The ice, the clothes, leave hoes astonished I know, you see it, think twice to believe it Dope boy, magic, got my pinky gleaming Give you the shoes off my feet, shirt off my back The blueprint to these streets, show you how to make that paper stack C'mon (hell yeah) I'm there for real (hell yeah) I'm super chill (Hell yeah) If you need a tip I'm right here (LET'S GO~!) [Chorus] |
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