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nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin' niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is custom

Traducere: Obicei. Da.

nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom

sitting on a fortune But sometimes money is just so important In my hood, I'm equivalent to Jordan Dribbling on the court, but shawty out here recording Tricking rather give

C!) Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give

hundred regardless Shrimp scampy odor everytime I fork chick Trap nigga conversate with a harvard smart bitch I'm young rich and heartless, put you on a cartoon Cartoon jewlry customized

ya, break ya, break ya Chorus: Bilal (singing) Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers, and bodies stuck in it, Oh my god Pimps, ho's, hustlers, plans, dealers, customers

Made a paper doll of her, you can have it That's what I did when I had St.Vitus dance It's a Czechoslovakian custom my mother passed on to me Give people

Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cuase he didn't have that metal Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher You a busta a customer, I get you sum cooka Yea