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

old shit, just a different day
Out here tryna get it (get it), each and way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby need shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (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
money deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a note in my pocket
I'm on south with the top off
Bad and her ass soft
Something outta catalog
She introduced to that jaw
And I think her name was
Or maybe it was
My Chevy sittin' too
I call Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all them Franklins
talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Derek
And I'm still my pockets
Big and its knocking
Yeah be that remix
But still ride around that rocket
Nigga back to my household
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for neck glow
All the dinero
Nigga so retarded
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy party its the

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

Twenty fours on my
You never know I slide up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot when I up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds that's me
No you bitches hit my beat
Choppers only thing niggas
to me and I teach you
Somebody text his
Straight drop in my
Ace my speakers
Last I counted one mill
This morning, one
niggas can't count me out,
Don't make me 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 candy paint, on my Tre

Same old shit, a different 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 we 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
off my boxers
I ain't got time to be
Got a red she look tropic
If she me right then she shopping
money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Hopkins
See that V-neck, Polo
Grilled up like
Chuck 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 with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm
I'll the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
Couple homies that bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch that 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, just a day
Out here tryna get it, each and way
Momma need a house, baby need some
They want that Four, bitch, it's coming soon

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)
Times are getting (hard)
Guess what gonna do (do)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
mouths don't get fed on this boulevard