Bitches Are Hustlers Too

D-Fyne

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    [Intro/Chorus: x4]

    Bitches are hustlers too
    I thought you knew, I thought you knew

    If you ain't got the grip, nigga, I can't use ya
    I'll do some other motherfuckers for drugs to Honulula
    I'm sendin niggas to the curb when I'm done wit em
    Fuckin wit their minds cos I'm havin fun wit em
    Flippin niggas for they Presidents
    I'm livin like a black queen in my residence
    So when ya see me out dancin
    Don't even waste ya time if you're not livin in a mansion
    You can call me a dreamer
    But they'll be callin ya stupid when I'm drivin your beamer
    I'm breakin the niggas like cookies
    I'm grabbin the cash and dash without givin up my putty
    I'm leavin ya fat pockets still
    Penny for penny, I'm leavin ya bank account ill-ty
    I'm livin large like God
    Cos I'm bankin motherfuckers, for their loot is behind me
    I gotta do what I gotta do
    I'm lettin you know, bitches are hustlers too

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    [Chorus x4]

    I'm takin niggas for they dividends
    A bitch from the Northside is straight makin, check it in
    I thought you knew Lady D was trigger happy
    Juice some nigga and gank him for his cavi
    Now I'm livin like Janet
    Fully in control and ya ho's can't understand it
    It's like the battle of the sexes
    But I ain't givin up the sex til you put me in a Lexus
    I know you're out for the ass, nigga
    but how the fuck you figure, til you cough up the cash, nigga
    Ya see I'm out to get my grip on
    And if ya be at ya bar, I got some juice you can sip on
    So won't you take me to your castle
    And if ya sittin on them thangs, watch your ass gettin gaffled
    I'm baby cute wit dimple
    but be drivin a Benz or catch a slug in the temple
    So don't fuck with my crew
    You should know by now, nigga, bitches are hustlers too

    [Chorus x4]

    I got the sess and the yay-yo
    Cos a sister stackin up on the motherfuckin kilos
    And this bitch is all that
    Straight jackin, whatever, as long as I'm lookin phat
    And I'm all about my business
    You're all a dime-a-dozen when it comes to dissssss, nig'
    So don't try to gank, fool
    Cos niggas get sprayed on the concrete too
    A ki has started too cos I'm taxin
    But if I drop a G, I want some sexual action
    Cold maxin, coast-to coast, niggas I roast
    Seduce em and juice em for the cheese and I'm ghost
    It's easy for me to do a nigga
    Cos when a nigga's useless, I straight fool a nigga
    Cos I'm smokin suckers
    They don't know that I'm an undercover hustler

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