Young buck bonafied hustler lyrics

Description:Intro cent Yeah, I'm a special kinda nigga with mine's I grind, I get's paper, you know what I mean? Hahaha, oh yeah I'm a bonafide hustler, nigga get outta line I'll cut ya' Me, I'm 'bout my paper, it's fuck ya' If you play games with mine, I'll come at you from behind With my nine, I'm a bonafide hustler Verse one cent They heaven's for the church go'ers, and hell's for the heathens So I'm'a just ball the fuck out, while I'm breathin 8th after 8th, what you know about that fast flip? Crack spots, smokey fiends, suckin on that glass dick Man sham stay askin' for a dime for nine I tell you what, I hook you up, this one last time Custody's comin', son is pumpin, watch the packs disolve Singles, c-notes, to food stamps, we stackin' it all Past that joint, what's his name son? I don't remember The haitian nigga with the guitar that sang gone in November I do a buck 40 in the rain, hydro plainin' Lamborghini diablo, candy-painted Got that hydro burnin', got the burner in the stash Hit the hazards, hit the a.

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