Talk Hustle Lyrics – Kevin Gates

Read the full Talk Hustle lyrics by Kevin Gates from the album Lost Files – The Collection along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

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Like n!gga ain’t bragging ’bout the s*it, I do what I do, you heard me?
N!ggas speculate ’bout what I do
What about (??)

[Chorus]
You see, me, I eat, sleep, s*it and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought something
And then the clip squeeze off and go to popping in the clutch
I got it in the bottom, any problem getting flushed
You see, me, I eat, sleep, s*it and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought something

And then the clip squeeze off and go to popping in the clutch
I got it in the bottom, any problem getting flushed

[Verse 1]
You see, me, I eat, sleep, s*it and sell crack
(??) stars match for like twelve stacks
I’ll break an!gga ce if he gеt outta line
Business ain’t to be witnеssed, so get outta mine
My mind on teh grind like pen out the paper
Big dog still tryna give out a favor
(??) all the rats who benefited and trapped
(??) laevea n!gga feeling, he gotta get it with action
Last n!gga saying that he wrestled with cops
Got a forty-five-caliber shot, better lay still
My BGs grip eights thatlll breaks teel
Hit you from your ankle to yoru face, gotta stay still
I’m in the mix, surviving with guns
Put away for rainy days and retired the funds
Wheny our mind staying focused, you grind the paper
Stack a lil’ bit, then you shine later

[Chorus]
You see, me, I eat, sleep, s*it and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought something
And then the clip squeeze off and go to popping in the clutch

I got it in the bottom, any problem getting flushed
You see, me, I eat, sleep, s*it and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought something
And then the clip squeeze off and go to popping in the clutch
I got it in the bottom, any problem getting flushed

[Verse 2]
Raw season, ’07, ahd to wait on weight
Drug traffic ike a traffic light, stay on breaks
J don’t play, flip, you know the csae on gates
The K gon’ spray and leave you like JFK
Sic ’em, never polite, I bite ’em in the fac
reen light, you got the right to put the lighters in they face
Ain’t no fighters in this place, bunch of liiars where you stay
Nothing higher, ain’t another n!gga flyer, Mr. Gates
Where I’m supposed to be, silver kush choking me
Sitting in the (??)
My house int he clear, ocean under the pier
My ho’ll be on a Lear, overseas in Korea
Houtson, we got a problem, TV, yo gotta watch ’em
No (??) you gotta watch ’em
Push ’em, get ’em off of me, dont’ know how to talk to me
Hotel room suites, ym b!tch living (??)

[Chorus]
You see, me, I eat, sleep, s*it and talk hustle
Only way you know my face if you bought something
And then the clip squeeze off and go to popping in the clutch
I got it in the bottom, any problem getting flushed