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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)
need a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are hard (hard)
what I'ma do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out August
Show money
See the then I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad bitch and her ass
Something outta catalog
She introduced to lock jaw
And I think her was Lisa
Or maybe it was
My Chevy too high
I call that Wiz
And I'm all about Franklins
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still my pockets
Big bass and its
Yeah this be that
But still around with that rocket
Nigga walking to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for that neck
All about the
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), each and way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
are getting hard (hard)
Guess what do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

Twenty fours on my
You never when I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot I ride up
Hundred deep in K-O-D
King of Diamonds that's me
No you can't hit my beat
Choppers only free niggas
to me and I teach you
Somebody text his
Straight in my pika
Ace knocking my
Last I counted one mill
morning, one fifty
Pussy niggas count me out,
Don't make me ya feelings, ah
V twelve jet blue, forget it
Rolex with princess and baguettes
old brick, but's it's different 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)
are getting 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 card in my
Riding in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got to be boxing
Got a red bone she tropic
If she fuck me right then she
Young money we
I eat rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up like
Taylors with no socks
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real I'm authentic
I'll the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that with that Wayne train
Free my T.I
SooWoo to the
Got a G six and a G
You pussy you feline
stop 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 tryna get it, each and way
need a house, baby need some shoes
They want that Carter Four, bitch, it's soon

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