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G Mix
I do it
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle)
(G mix)
This the

old shit, just a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess I'ma do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out until
Show deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad and her ass soft
outta that catalog
She to that lock jaw
And I think her name was
Or it was Sheila
My Chevy sittin' too
I call Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about them
Ain't Aretha
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Derek
And I'm still feeling my
Big and its knocking
this be that remix
But still ride around with rocket
walking back to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for neck glow
All the dinero
flow so retarded
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party its the

Same old shit, a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard

Twenty on my Beemer
You never know I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds that's me
No you bitches hit my beat
only thing free niggas
Step to me and I you
text his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace knocking my
Last night I one mill
morning, one fifty
Pussy can't count me out,
make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve bugiddy jet blue, it
embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's yay
that's candy paint, on my seven Tre

Same old shit, just a day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what we do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard

OK, now, black in my pocket
Riding round in 'Gatti
off my boxers
I ain't got to be boxing
Got a red bone she tropic
If she fuck me then she shopping
Young money we
I eat these rappers, Anthony
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up like
Chuck with no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, King of Monday
just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real I'm authentic
I'll fuck the 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple that gang bang
I get on track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the
Got a G six and a G
You niggas you feline
Don't the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, and Marley

Cause its the same old shit, just a day
Out here tryna get it, and every way
Momma need a house, need some shoes
They that Carter Four, bitch, it's coming soon

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need some (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard