WAKA FLOCKA FLAME ft Rick Ross - Live By The Gun / Every day I'm hustlin' (TRAP) | Текст песни

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• WAKA FLOCKA FLAME ft Rick Ross
• Live By The Gun / Every day I'm hustlin' (TRAP)

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

[Verse 1:]
Just handguns all white air ones, n-ggas talkin one on one but there ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son? I do my DAWG! so TTG let's go to WAR!
Number 1 video BET, MTV so Sucker Free you ? you a TV,
A n-gga Fuck with me Squigly lines an IV's.
Uncle told me Flocka Murder this MothaFucka!
Yo roc Dig a hole for these MothaFucka's!
Let me brush my shoulders off Jay-z R.I.p to?

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

[Verse 2:]
When the n-gga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle that 5th or that 40.
I'm strapped up Shawty, ask my n-gga Waka, ask my n-gga Unkle, an I murder?
n-gga shot me 5 times, 2 days later them n-ggas died,
n-ggas shootin at the five is commiten a suicide!
I'm a MURDURIOUS MAD DAWG that's the acronym MMB frunt on me an a n-gga klappin em!
I'm the BIG HOMIE act like you know me, put in my own work, but n-ggas kill for me!?
frunt on me an I make the whole country shocka kuz I'm a real gun doctor!

[Chorus:]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun [x3]
A n-gga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin back!

ustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lives

[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benz
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo

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