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[Girl singing:] Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there Yea,I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, this real shit, feel this! [Verse 1:] America got a thing for this gangsta' shit, they love me Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take spit over raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle The women in my life bring confusion and shit SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch" Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze I'll build an empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin' Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life The fiends are just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me.. Letras de canciones [Chorus:] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine, And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 2:] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed, shit Send me them seeds I'll grow em what they need Them ain't chia pet plants in the crib, thats chronic And I'm sellin 'em for 500 a pop god damn it I sell anything I'ma hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes put in water and tell you it's wine If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and What goes in my mind, its contagious Hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or spider, I'll be potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man [Chorus:] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes Or in the jewler switchin chains I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me The feds watch me,I see they can't stop me Racist,pointin at me look at the niggaracci Hello! [Chorus:] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryin get mine And I'll buck you (buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga fuck you (fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) From Letras Mania