lirik lagu tushka lusa - what
[intro]
-phone rings-
man, what the f-ck you want ?
-dial tone-
go crazy
[chorus]
i hate that small talk, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck, hoe if it ain’t bout the bucks, d-mn dawg you breaking up like
huh? what? h-llo? huh? what? h-llo? huh? what?
[dolo ken]
shout out my n-gga cratos
we got a hit for this
see after i’m done talking these facts, they gone be p-ssed for this
see i’m back in my bag, back in the lab, tryna get rich for this
see i’m taking a risk for this, spinning this sh-t like a disk in it
don’t call my phone unless you got more play
bro on my line and he say he got 4 plays
hoe hit my line and she say want foreplay
i told the b-tch, either pay or get no play
she told me f-ck it, i said ok
moral of the story, i speaking the truth
wherever we go they notice the crew, blowing my line i ain’t f-cking with you
don’t hit my line on no petty sh-t, we got the kush no reggie b-tch
blac youngsta, i’m on my heavy sh-t
rolling the dice, hope a seven split
i know one day we gone make it out, counting my money on granny couch, she know w-ssup i don’t hear her mouth (call up my phone we can chop it out)
i hate a n-gga that bug, getting tired of these fake -ss thugs
feeling they self when they all off drugs, showing ya face n-gga get no love
i give a f-ck about how you feel, time is money i ain’t got time to chill
fam hit me up when they need help on bills, tell how you think i’m supposed to feel
[chorus]
i hate that small talk, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck, hoe if it ain’t bout the bucks, d-mn dawg you breaking up like
huh? what? h-llo? huh? what? h-llo? huh? what?
[tushka lusa]
as i got older, more weight on my shoulders, now we on a mission for wealth
it’s like jumping mountains and trying to throw boulders but we had to get it ourself
and money the root of all evil, for some reason we can never get enough
it’s a cold world, you got to watch out for the ones that be calling you brother
they hate and they snake on the low, get mad if you telling them no
then they plotting to run in your door
guess n-ggas do anything for the dough
keep your circle as small as a dot cuz n-ggas sneaking trying to pinch out the pot
i got n-ggas sitting in a cell with sentences that you never would’ve thought
one of my n-ggas sitting in the feds and one of my n-ggas doing forty-five
beda getting ready to come home but cisco going back to do five
some of my n-ggas resting in a grave
and some of my n-ggas lucky to be alive
all we really knew was get the paper, all they ever taught us was survive
we had to learn so fast to get a hustle
weight it, bag it, got to make it double
we was tired of living in the struggle
count it, stack it, put it in a duffle
i could never rock with minimum wage
work like a slave, trying to get a raise
that sh-t a trap to keep you under paid
so we start a business to counter they ways
[chorus]
i hate that small talk, n-gga i don’t give a f-ck, hoe if it ain’t bout the bucks, d-mn dawg you breaking up like
huh? what? h-llo? huh? what? h-llo? huh? what?
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