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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)
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,
Closed mouths don't get fed on this

Okay, I'm out until 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 catalog
She to that lock jaw
And I think her name was
Or it was Sheila
My sittin' too high
I call that Wiz
And I'm all about Franklins
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my too major
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still my pockets
Big and its knocking
Yeah this be that
But still ride with that rocket
Nigga walking to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for that glow
All about the
Nigga flow so
We be gnarly
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy 'cause its the

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

fours on my Beemer
You never when I slide up
in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that
King of that's me nigga
No you bitches can't hit my
only thing free niggas
Step to me and I you
Somebody his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace my speakers
Last night I counted one
This morning, one
Pussy niggas 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)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess we gonna do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on 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 these rappers, Anthony
See V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up like
Chuck Taylors no socks
You chicken, po' yo
live in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish with sharks in it
nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til she winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple that gang bang
I get on anybody and hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my T.I
to the beehive
Got a G six and a G
You niggas 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

old shit, just a different 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 I'ma gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard