Jay-Z - I'm A Hustler Baby | Текст песни

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(Jay-Z)
Hoes, hoes
You are not ready, hoes
Unstopable
Dynasty
Young hova

(Pharrell/Sparks)
I'm a hustler baby (hoes, hustla)
I just want you to know (hoes, tryin to let you know)
And it ain't where I been (hoes, it ain't where I been)
But where I'm about to go (top of the world, young hova holla)
Now I just wanna love ya (its true you wanna love me)
But be who I am (I know you love me)
And with all this cash (uh-huh, more money more problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Come on, give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)

(Jay-Z)
Yea, yea
When the Remi's in the system
Ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em, will I dis 'em
That's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood not relation
Y'all be chas-on
I replaced 'em, huh
Drunk off crist
Mami on E!
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club high singing off key
"And I wish I never met her at all"
It gets better
Ordered another round
Its about to go down
Got six model chicks
Six bottles of crist
Four belvederes
Got weed everywhere
What do you say
Me, you, and your Cloe glasses (uh-huh)
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Live, Prada blose, Gucci bra (ok)
Filth marked jeans, take that off

(Pharrell/Sparks)
Give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Come on, give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
I said give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Mamma, give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)

(Jay-Z)
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea
Save the narrat'e you saving it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you saving it for karats
You wanna see how far I'm a go
How, much I'm a spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with Dinero
Might buy you crist
But that about it
Might light your wrist
But that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but your really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the hov' and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptunes sound
Ok, hot hov' too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2 Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold
Motorola two-way page me (Come-on)

(Pharrell/Sparks)
Give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Come on, give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
I said give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Mamma, give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)

I'm a hustla baby (hoes)
I just want you to know (hoes)
It ain't where I been (hoes)
But where I'm about to go (uh-uh, hoes, hoes)
Now, I just wanna love ya (young Hova)
But be who I am (yea, I know you love me)
And with all this cash (more money more problems)
You'll forget your man

(Jay-Z)
Yea, yea, yea,
Same song, I'm back
Been around the world
Romancin' girls that dance with girls
From Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Venus in L.A.
Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me
Why would you want to
You need me
Why don't you try me
Baby you want to
Believe me (hoes)

(Pharrell/Sparks)
Give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Come on, give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
I said give it to me
(Give me that funk that sweet that nasty that gushy stuff)
But don't bullshit me
(Mamma, gi

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