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Real Hustla
Ludacris
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This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow (I like this sound)
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow (listen)
They be like, "I be hustlin', " I be like, "No, you not, bitch"
The steering wheel in your Bentley's not the same one in this cockpit
I'm fly with it (I'm fly with it)
Got my bitch high with it (high with it)
Then I hit it from the front, from the back
But she love it when I hit it from the side with it
They call me Luda' with the drop top Chevrolet
Got dibs all up on your girl, ho
I be ballin' all day, every day, got cribs all around the world, ho
Turn ten stacks to a hundred thousand, hundred thousand to a hundred mil'
Gold fronts all in my mouth, I hit the dealership and go and get another grill
No need to get specific, one of the richest rappers on the planet
Luda' got spots on the Pacific, Luda' got yachts on the Atlantic
And I just bought a house in the motherland, America, I'm opting out
Still see me on Forbes list, fuck y'all niggas talkin' 'bout?
This the real hustla, this the real flow (woo, GloRilla)
This the real hustla, this the real flow (y'all know what the fuck goin' on)
(Whole lotta Memphis shit, nigga)
This the real hustla, this the real flow (huh, huh, woo)
This the real hustla, this the real flow (on gang-gang, on gang-gang)
They be like, "I be hustlin', " I be like, "No, you not, bitch" (the fuck?)
Came from the bottom, ho (on God), I'll blow your top, bitch (fuck)
Glo' with it (huh), Memphis, we so with it
Yeah, we the type to snatch your wig and mop the floor with it
Gon' split it in half, but with my cash, I'm not the sharin' type (nope)
Fuck your nigga then put him out on his ass, I'm not the carin' type (ah)
I'm all about my paper (yup), that's me with all them bottles (bitch)
You know your nigga's a sucker (uh) but I can make him swallow
'Cause he know that Glo' the P ass fat (ass fat)
Oh, but my wallet fatter (wallet fatter)
I get that bread first (give me that)
Then get that head after, he fled after
These boss bitches united
Drank or smoke, then pour it and light it
'Cause this a hustler's convention
And broke bitches, y'all ain't invited (this the, this the)
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
This the real hustla, this the real flow
Get your money up (nigga) or stay the fuck down (ho)
I'm in my zone ballin' (ayy), bitch, that's a touchdown
Yeah, now put your money up or stay the fuck down
I'm in my zone ballin', bitch, that's a touchdown
Luda
I-E, okay, okay
I-E, okay, L-
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