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

Same old shit, a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma need a (house)
need 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 get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out August
money deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house note in my
I'm on beach with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass
Something outta catalog
She to that lock jaw
And I think her was Lisa
Or it was Sheila
My Chevy too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about them
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my too major
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still feeling my
Big bass and its
Yeah be that remix
But still ride with that rocket
Nigga back to my household
"We The best" be logo
grand for that neck glow
All about the
flow 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 need a (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on boulevard

Twenty on my Beemer
You never know I slide up
in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in K-O-D
King of that's me nigga
No you bitches hit my beat
Choppers only thing niggas
Step to me and I you
Somebody text his
drop in my pika
Ace my speakers
night I counted one mill
This morning, one
niggas can't count me out,
Don't me hurt ya feelings, ah
V twelve bugiddy jet blue, it
embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, but's it's yay
Yeah that's paint, on my seven Tre

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

OK, now, black card in my
Riding round in 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got to be boxing
Got a red bone she look
If she fuck me right she shopping
Young money we
I eat these rappers, Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up like
Chuck Taylors with no
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches she short winded
Got a bad who be bar tending
Couple homies that bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with Wayne train
Free my T.I
to the beehive
Got a G six and a G
You pussy you feline
Don't the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm Mack, Fucus and Marley

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

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