Hustlers Paradise
Young Dolph
You might just pull up on
Me bumpin' Marilyn Manson
Got me the killa head and the advantage
2 stepping in the club, diamonds dancing
I gave the bitch the wrong number
And she called me fancy
Remember ballin' and sleek counting
Money every night
Lost 20 stacks with 2 dollar pair of dice
On the elevator going up with a pair of dikes
Welcome to the life we live
Hustlers paradise
Where everything fuck 20 we shut
Like everyday christmas 2010
Along they say I spent 50 racks on dilla
Speeded through the streets
Plotting on the 100 mil
Now only way we don't get it
Is if I get killed
Fast cars, blue lights, street lights
60, burning kush and running street lights
Crazy world we living in, hustler's paradise
Where everybody doing wrong to
Live a better life
Hustlers Paradise, hustlers paradise
Where everybody doing wrong to
Live a better life
Hustlers Paradise, hustlers paradise
I was born and raised in hustler paradise
I was born and raised in hustler paradise
Out running the streets so my mom
Could live a better life
Lil momma asked me cause she called
Me and I said maybe
Bitch do you got a job and
How much do you make these platinum star 80
Along they say I spent 50 racks on dilla
These young niggas love me
Guess I am a role model
They say I ball with Sway, so I'm like a
Mistress got me taking Colorado trips
Syrah for the pink and Moscato for my bitch
Welcome to the life we living
Hustlers paradise
Shit no matter what the weather like
Fast cars, blue lights, street lights
60, burning kush and running street lights
Crazy world we living in, hustler's paradise
Where everybody doing wrong to
Live a better life
Hustlers Paradise, hustlers paradise
Where everybody doing wrong to
Live a better life
Hustlers Paradise, hustlers paradise
Written by: Adolph Thornton, Christopher GolsonLyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHINGLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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