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Ace Hood
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Hustle Hard (Remix)
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay, I'm booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket
I'm on South Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something out of that catalog She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My Chevy sitting too high I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the new Franklins Ain't talking Aretha Bitch, my league too major I'm hip-hop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets Big bass and it's knocking Yeah, this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket
Nigga, welcome back to my household We the best be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the dinero
Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarly Whoa Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy Party because it's the
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
24's on my Beamer You never know when I slide up Nineteen in my Nina Red dot when I ride up
Hundred deep in that K.O.D. King of diamonds, that's me nigga No, you bitches can't get my beat Chopper's only thing free, nigga
Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted one mill' 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 This morning one fifty Pussy niggas can't count me out Don't make me hurt your feelings
V12 jetted, Jet Blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick but it's different, yay Yeah, that's candy paint on my seven tre
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes Times are getting hard, guess what we gonna do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
Okay now, black card in my pocket Riding around in that 'Gatti Pistol off my boxers I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone, she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young Money, we popping I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins
See that V-neck, that's Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, pollo
Nigga live in Sundays King of diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb Call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a backyard Fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga, I'm authentic I'll fuck the bitch till she short winded
Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track And hit that bitch with that Wayne train
Free my nigga T.I., soowoo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5, you pussy niggas you feline Don't stop the party, we be getting gnarly Oh Kimosabe, I'm with Mack, Fucus, and Marley
Because it's the same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it, each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes And for that Carter IV, bitch, it's coming soon
Same old shit, just a different day Out here trying to get it each and every way Mama need a house, baby need some shoes Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard
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