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

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

Okay, I'm booked out August
Show money
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house note in my
I'm on south with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass
Something outta that
She introduced to lock jaw
And I think her was Lisa
Or it was Sheila
My sittin' too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about Franklins
Ain't Aretha
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Derek
And I'm still feeling my
Big bass and its
Yeah be that remix
But still ride around with that
Nigga back to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred for that neck glow
All the dinero
flow so retarded
We be gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, party 'cause its the

Same old shit, just a day
Out here tryna get it (get it), 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,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

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

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

OK, now, card in my pocket
Riding in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got time to be
Got a red she look tropic
If she fuck me right she shopping
money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Anthony
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up like
Taylors with no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank sharks in it
nigga I'm authentic
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 train
my nigga T.I
SooWoo to the
Got a G six and a G
You niggas you feline
Don't stop the party, we be getting
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, and Marley

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

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