Hustle & Flow Lyrics

I'm done being humble You gon' make it flip then do a tumble

I stepped in that jungle, by myself I cannot slip or stumble

Dreamin' bout a Maybach, used to want a Hummer

Might drop another tape, maybe like 8 tracks

Keep fuckin' up the summer,

Now I'm droppin' I bet they gon' drop, race me to the top

I don't be flexin' on these niggas but I'm strong just like the rock

I'm on timing, I don't need no watch I put in that work, I punch the clock

She been on her knees, wipin' off her snot Gon' make me pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

I'm chasin' guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap

guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap

I'm ready for that pressure She ready for that challenge

I done knocked off her balance I been chasin' M's, nigga, you chasin' allowance

I just made a lil' hit for em, so they give me my flowers

I just hit a tall bitch, climbed her like a tower I was down on my last 50 cent, then I turned up my power

I put that hustle with these flows

I been on my Terrence Howard

I ain't never been no hoe I can tell these niggas coward

Why you not pickin' up the phone? She like, hold up, I'm in the shower

I'm just tryna make you moan She like, pull up in a hour

Bro just pulled up in the Audi Keep that pack, they shop with me like Aldi's

Finna cop a draco, I been on my Aubrey

But I ain't Justin Bieber, baby, I can't tell you sorry

I can't trust these niggas, most these niggas crossed me

If you wonder how I'm feelin', bitch, you lost me

Put in work for this shit, nobody taught me

Nobody taught me, nobody taught me Nobody taught me, nobody taught me