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lirik lagu g-up - hustle (remix)

verse 1 (manik)
since i was a kid, being famous was a dream
i can do it by myself, maybe i need a team, nah
scratch that, i don’t need a team, i really need
the motivation to write about what’s k!lling me
emotionally, for everyone to go to see
to plant the seed for future me to blow up on the scene
and k!ll a track so gruesomely
kick around like i’m bruce lee
roundhouse, droppin rappers down to their knees (woah)
i’m a walking crucifix, i’m fluent with this music sh-t
if you wanna battle of through with it, what you doin b-tch
i’ll put the pressure on you, then load the clip and then blow the b-tch
you’ll be a ghost in mins, diminished
and k!lled to rid your sins
if you mess with me then you accept defeat
get stepped on and beat
and if you hesitate the last step you take
the last step you take
on the grind working over time
freeze the flow of time
scheming round the clock but i’m over it at the top
alright stop
okay go again
flows so cold that i broke the pen
and i can’t find the pad that i wrote this in
i was told to sin when i’m going in
here we go again
gotta get with g-up to get my g’s up in my visa
and visit pisa on a visa
gotta, wait up to get my weight up, have it weighed up
go, way up on the radar
have it pay up to get the weight off
my shoulders
this boulder i’m holding
i’m gonna blow up but i don’t know when, i don’t know when

hook (daramola)
aye
out here with my dawgs, we just tryna get this shmoney
yeah yeah yeah
out here with my dawgs, we don’t got no one for honeys
yeah
twenties, fifties, hunnits, you should wanna put that on me
oh oh oh
only thing i know is hustle hard and get this shmoney
yeah

verse 2 (g-up)
yeah
countin this money and cashin these checks
i know they don’t believe when they say i’m up next
but d-mn, i look good, i feel bad for my ex
no time for love, i just care about s-x
these rappers out here should just fine their own lane
this is my louis, we climbing to fame
never sneak dissing, i’m dropping their names
jaw stays lockin, i’m gritting through pain
like when i k!lled josh, i’m comin for you
flexin bout cash but we know it ain’t true
drive a toyota but rap about coupes
yes i have back-up, i’ll call in the troops
only got cash if it’s hundreds or fifties
only throw bands if she’s coming home with me
we got a problem, all houston, not whitney
i’m tryna f-ck julie if i’m putting it simply
tryna get lucky like hitting the lotto
give her the d, shoot my shot like a crossbow
just sit back, be quiet, and listen, the motto
not tryna od like demi lovato
for real though, julie, i’m tryna cop
i can rap more while you’re giving me top
f-ck you all night cause i ain’t tryna stop
put faith in me and i’ll hit the right spots
countin up bodies like my name is bose
needing a hose to spray off these hoes
i’m waiting for shows, they’re hitting their lowe’s
i guess i suppose, you’re right on the nose
put all this time in, you think that i wasn’t?
drop a whole diss then get everyone buzzin
talk about me but they love me in london
tell mr. nick i said hi, my dear cousin

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