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- Husalah - So Ill, So Dope Lyrics
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- [Verse 1]
- Husalah so ill, Husalah so dope
- Nigga fuck a wife all my life I sold dope
- The projects baby
- twenty-four stackin' dough pushin' coke ya-ye
- come on baby, ride wid the Husalah
- Young cool game from the L-O be crazy
- Ya shit head hoe we gon' get bread tho
- And swang all day
- hustlers call me Hus hoes call me Husalah-a
- No Iceberg or Coogi, we fresh in the Guess
- Me and Mack came through sportin' Troops while we scoop
- In a suit that'll make ya sweat, I'm stupid def
- Jammin' on the west slammin' bullets in ya chest
- We black wave niggas slam dancin' in the 'jects
- I count my coke profits when I think about sex girl
- I know ya coochie wet but I just wanna get sucked yo
- We burnin' rubber right now, cause we out
- Girl ya somethin' tight, ya wish I had one
- but ya gotta sell more coke so you can have one
- We out, have fun
- [HOOK]
- All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew
- We can get this paper baby
- We can live life lovely
- Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh
- We can make it lovely
- [Verse 2]
- I probably slide through without a necklace
- I probably slide through without nothin' on my wrist
- I'm a fresh kid I don't need none of that stuff
- Cause I'm dope, I'm so dope
- ????Slide through zestways my niggas chief wid O????
- Explain it the best way I'm pure stupid silly
- Hundred percent the kind that'll pop you wid the fully
- Hundred percent the kind every queen love Husalah
- Pullin' twenty-fours everyday
- Hustler hog and playa P is what a nigga gotta be
- or get the fuck from round me, heh
- Tell 'em again me hafta, tell 'em again
- I'm Husalah Husalah, heh I'm fresh, I'm so fresh
- She wanna be my girlfriend but I don't wanna kiss
- I rather burn rubber in my shit and swing eights
- That a boy it's roller boys we gon' be silly out the gate
- Cause I'm so ill.....cause I'm so dope
- [HOOK]
- What is life to you?, they gonna take ya life from you
- You should say your prayers man
- Cause life for you ain't lovely
- Ah, ah-ahhh, bullets flyyyy
- But I'ma still live lovely
- [Verse 3]
- I cried one time I cried one time
- Slug ripped and my cousin died
- But not no more, tears from Hus cause my heart stone cold
- I Got years to be rich I'm, young and pretty
- Come on baby ya gotta give it to me
- Look at me huh what the hell you mean
- No chokin' no drinkin' just stackin' dumb cheese
- I'm like, Mohammed Ali and I'm six three
- And I box and knock suckas out swiftly
- We stuck in this place
- And all we ever could do is hustle in this place
- But never go nowhere, stack a couple of G's
- Flip lows get towed get sucked by the hoes
- Buy clothes and dope kicks
- My nigga died young
- and all he ever could do was rep where he was from
- his least breath was the one that blew the breeze through the hood
- The money never stop nigga it's thousands in the 'jects
- nigga it's G's in the hood
- I think I like the rain
- Cause everytime the tears drop the rain'll wash it away
- My heart is numb to pain I can't explain how I feel
- Imagine seein' life the way it really is for real
- it's different what you see
- [HOOK]
- All I wanna do, is hustle wid my crew
- We can get this paper baby
- We can live life lovely
- Ah, ah-ahhh, Husalah-ahhh
- We can make it lovely
- *Then both hooks play simultaneously*
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