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Rick Ross - Hustlin' lyrics
[Intro] Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin' [Verse 1] Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What) I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine My roof back, my money rides I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lives [Hook] Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm [Verse 2] We never steal cars, but we deal hard Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard I caught a charge,(yeah) I caught a charge Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benz Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin' Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens They flyin' over Pacific to be specific Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows [Hook] [Verse 3] It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two Lil' mama super thin, she say she twenty-two She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two I touch work like I'm convertible Burt I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo [Hook] |
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