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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 get it (get it), each and every way (way)
Momma a house (house)
Baby some shoes (shoes)
Times are getting (hard)
what I'ma do (what's that?)
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Hustle, hustle, hustle,
Closed don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay, I'm out until August
Show deposits
See the shit I cop it
Got but a house in my pocket
I'm on south with the top off
Bad and her ass soft
Something that catalog
She to that lock jaw
And I her name was Lisa
Or it was Sheila
My sittin' too high
I that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all them Franklins
talkin' Aretha
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 around with rocket
Nigga walking back to my
"We The best" be logo
Hundred grand for that neck
All the dinero
Nigga flow so
We be getting
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Wheezy 'cause its the

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

fours on my Beemer
You never know I slide up
in my nina, red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that
King of Diamonds me nigga
No you can't hit my beat
Choppers only free niggas
Step to me and I you
Somebody his picture
Straight in my pika
Ace my speakers
night I counted one mill
This morning, one
Pussy niggas can't me out,
Don't make me ya feelings, ah
V bugiddy jet blue, forget it
embedded with princess and baguettes
Same old brick, it's different yay
Yeah that's paint, on my seven Tre

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

OK, now, black card in my
round in that 'Gatti
Pistol off my
I ain't got to be boxing
Got a red bone she look
If she fuck me right she shopping
money we poppin'
I eat these rappers, Hopkins
See V-neck, that's Polo
Grilled up Ocho
Chuck Taylors with no
You chicken, po' yo
Nigga live in Sundays, King of Diamonds
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly
Got a big with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm
I'll fuck the bitches she short winded
Got a bad who be bar tending
Couple homies that gang
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
stop the party, we be getting gnarly
Woh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, and Marley

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

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