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

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

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

Same old shit, a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby some 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

fours on my Beemer
You never know when I up
in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of that's me nigga
No you bitches can't hit my
Choppers thing free niggas
to me and I teach you
Somebody his picture
drop 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
Rolex with princess and baguettes
old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, on my Tre

Same old shit, just a day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
Baby need some (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
what we gonna 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
Pistol off my
I got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she tropic
If she fuck me then she shopping
Young we poppin'
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
Swagger dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm
fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple homies gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch that Wayne train
Free my T.I
to the beehive
Got a G six and a G
You niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm Mack, Fucus and Marley

Cause its the same old shit, just a day
Out tryna get it, each and every way
need a house, baby need some shoes
They that 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 a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
Guess I'ma gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard