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

Same old shit, a different day
Out tryna get it (get it), each and every way (way)
need a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are 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 boulevard

Okay, I'm booked out until
Show deposits
See the then I cop it
Got but a note in my pocket
I'm on south beach the top off
Bad and her ass soft
Something outta that
She introduced to lock jaw
And I think her was Lisa
Or it was Sheila
My Chevy too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all them Franklins
Ain't talkin'
Bitch my league too
I'm hip hop Jeter
And I'm still feeling my
Big bass and its
Yeah be that remix
But still ride around with that
walking back to my household
"We The best" be logo
grand for that neck glow
All about the
flow so retarded
We be getting
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 need shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed mouths don't get fed on this

Twenty on my Beemer
You never know when I up
Nineteen in my nina, red dot I ride up
Hundred in that K-O-D
King of Diamonds me nigga
No you bitches can't hit my
Choppers only free niggas
to me and I teach you
Somebody text his
drop in my pika
Ace knocking my
night 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
Rolex with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, it's different yay
Yeah candy paint, on my seven Tre

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

OK, now, black in my pocket
Riding round in 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got time to be
Got a red she look tropic
If she fuck me right then she
Young we poppin'
I eat rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's
Grilled up Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga in Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank sharks in it
Real I'm authentic
fuck the bitches 'til she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bar
homies that gang bang
I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne
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 Mack, Fucus and Marley

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

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