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

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need some (shoes)
are getting 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 August
money deposits
See the then I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad bitch and her ass
Something that catalog
She introduced to lock jaw
And I think her name was
Or it was Sheila
My Chevy too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about them
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm feeling my pockets
Big and its knocking
Yeah this be that
But still around with that rocket
walking back to my household
"We The best" be that
grand for that neck glow
All the dinero
Nigga so retarded
We be gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, party 'cause its the

Same old shit, a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

Twenty on my Beemer
You never when I slide up
in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds that's me
No you bitches hit my beat
Choppers thing free niggas
to me and I teach you
Somebody his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace my speakers
Last night I one mill
This morning, one
Pussy can't count me out,
Don't me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's yay
Yeah candy paint, on my seven Tre

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
what we gonna do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

OK, now, black in my pocket
Riding in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got to be boxing
Got a red she look tropic
If she fuck me then she shopping
Young we poppin'
I eat rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up Ocho
Chuck Taylors no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds
Swagger dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with in it
Real nigga I'm
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she winded
Got a bad who be bar tending
Couple homies that bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne
my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the
Got a G six and a G
You pussy you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, and Marley

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

Same old shit, a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard