Testo BORN HUSTLA - Raja Kumari feat. Janine the Machine
Testo della canzone BORN HUSTLA (Raja Kumari feat. Janine the Machine), tratta dall'album BLOODLINE
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat
Gotta give the streets that heat
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat (Born hustlers)
Gotta give the streets that heat (Wicked)
Rigid, temp frigid, get guap
Phone ring-a-ding, army duffel with big Glocks
No peekasleep, Gucci on the feet, thick socks
Plane taking off, Paris is the drop, ooh-wee
Real one, never sing for the opps
Sew the seams so they never see the strings loose and get in a knot
Running paper routes, knowing that I can't trip up
Whole family drinks it from the sippy cup
Club going in, filled up with hooligans
Camouflage the evidence, now we on the move again
All type of contrabands mixed with that sh— they pop
That don't distract what we came here to get, Glocks
Respect my Rasta boys, like to hold them Rugers
Know the queen must retain them designated shooters
They want amnesty, I'ma show up army deep
Either way you put it, I'ma be a major chess piece
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat
Gotta give the streets that heat
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat (Born hustlers)
Gotta give the streets that heat (Wicked)
Jackpot, driver move the top (Move the top, top)
We done went from winter to the hot (To the hot, hot)
All the profits from the capers, we gon' stash that (Yeah)
All the profits from the capers, we gon' stash that (Wicked)
Young gods demon on the block (Scheming with it)
In their eyes, I can see Pac (Ah)
Keep the money moving, I ain't here to look back (Nah)
Keep the money moving, I ain't here to look back (Uh)
I just gotta get back to the plane, get my flight to move
Hear they tryna shut down everything, take my visa too
Running down the terminal, I just made it through the gate
Operation still in full effect to the next state
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat
Gotta give the streets that heat
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat (Born hustlers)
Gotta give the streets that heat (Wicked)
Lights flashing on blue, K9s on loose
Big boy with the green bag said the big bag won't go through
Du-du-du-du, Desmond Tutu
Might have to do a nightcap on a red-eye, Beirut
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot (Get low), oh sh—, don't shoot
Intel said the currency and the wire all came through
Too hot to get killed (Yeah), just moved eight mil' (Eight mil')
Tell 'em quick, send the bulletproof
And hurry up and get here (Get here)
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat
Gotta give the streets that heat
Mama said get out that bed, or hurry
Gotta go make them dollars
Gotta hit 'em with that heat (Born hustlers)
Gotta give the streets that heat (Wicked)
Credits
Writer(s): Garrett Hamler, Torrance Esmond, Derrick Okoth, Svetha Rao
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