Paroles Hustlers Cunninlynguists

Hustlers

All these hustlers
They're in love with her
But love is just a word, so
They're just customers
All these hustlers
They're in love with her
But love is just a word, so
They're just customers

Hey, you met her at a house party [?]
You grip a glass while she flicks the sticks
Fireball shots and the shit seems lit
But yo she knows if your pipe game is sixteen bits
She a true player in the literal sense
Got a flat twist and a cinnamon tint
Home slang hips with a venomous spit
The type you can't get without a gentleman's wit, but
You bum ride while she glides in the BM
Called out at home trying to slide in the DM
From AM to PM she servin' toys
Her red bottoms covered in the blood of fuck boys
On the soles of her primrose pumps
You find the soul of a two-pump chump
Who refuse to kick rocks in some beat up Chucks
So just let her put her feet up, cuz
She ain't playin' with you

All these hustlers
They're in love with her
But love is just a word, so
They're just customers
All these hustlers
They're in love with her
But love is just a word, so
They're just customers

Yeah, huh, she switch hips and the thighs switch wit' her
Warms up the room like Sunday dinner
[?] tap water game won't wet her
'cause she can hear the blues more better
Even with your shoe game together
Gold links for miles
She kinda like black dynamite with [?]
She prefers goals over gold
She can see the diamond in the cold, Which is worth tenfold
Can't handle blunt? Don't roll
Find a smaller mind with a booty on swole
You can swear her but Hollywood's cold
Clamor for the glamour 'til the bitter gets old
And rubs off
Go from one in a million to one a minim
She can wish you well
Probably flip you a penny
Ain't tryna mate for life at age twenty
But needs more than sex in the city, say

Ooo you gon' run away
Say ooo middle of the night
Ooo found love at first sight
May not love for life, but that's cool
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