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

old shit, just a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby need shoes (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 booked out August
money deposits
See the then 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 that
She to that lock jaw
And I think her name was
Or maybe it was
My Chevy too high
I call that Wiz
And I'm all about Franklins
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my too major
I'm hip hop Derek
And I'm feeling my pockets
Big bass and its
Yeah this be that
But still ride around with rocket
walking back to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for that glow
All about the
Nigga flow so
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, party 'cause its the

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

fours on my Beemer
You never know I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds me nigga
No you bitches can't hit my
Choppers thing free niggas
Step to me and I you
Somebody his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace knocking my
Last night I counted one
morning, one fifty
Pussy can't count me out,
make 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 candy paint, on my seven Tre

Same old shit, a different day
Out here get it (get it), each and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby need some (shoes)
Times are hard (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 that
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 dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish with sharks in it
nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 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
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, Fucus and

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

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)
Times are hard (hard)
Guess what I'ma do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths get fed on this boulevard