Paroles Hustle Hard (Remix) de Yo Gotti

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Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, 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 the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
and I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was Sheila
My chevy sittin' too high
I call that Wiz Khalifa
And I'm all about the new Franklins
Ain't talkin' Aretha
Bitch my league too major
I'm hiphop Derek Jeter
And I'm still feeling my pockets
Big bass and its knocking
Yeah this be the remix
But still ride around with that rocket
I'll go walking back to my household
We The best be the logo
Hundred grand for that neck glow
All about the dinero
nigga flow so retarded
we be getting gnarley
Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy party cause its the

Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Hustle for the bread, hustle to them bad,
Hustle is my name, all I know is came
My heart get no feel is, … got no …
Niggers in my benice, tossed up decisions
They is still my niggers, I won't stalk my partners
Nick can't sound with me or listen, nigger shoot new choppers
Look at my wallet, trying to raise my daughters
Money on the … books I sent to my partners
Rapping they changing, young niggers they're brainless
I hold my own, cause my partners let me hanging
… wonder what they're claiming
Choppers shooting … no lame shots they're aiming
Niggers playing like killers, beefing out on Twitter
Sworn like the … with my blister
I am meister bad rob, coming to nigger show
like let me get that chains cause I know you nigger's whose
all the rappers they trap us, all bitches they models
dj got ego, put it in a bottle, damn
…I'm a mean cause I look up, I'm a real nigger, can't have me,
or buy me, but guess what,
… play with me wish you would
stand for refill … rap nigger but he's still a murderer
…we rock you

Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

24's on my Beemer
You never know when I slide up
19 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
Choppers only thing free niggas
Step to me and I teach you
Somebody text his picture
Straight drop in my
Ace knocking my speakers
Last night I counted 1 mill
This morning 150
pussy niggas can't count me out, don't make me hurt ya feelings, ah
V12 ?, jet blue, forget it
Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes

Same old brick, but's it's different yay
Yeah that's candy paint, On my 7 Tre

Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Ok, now, black card in my pocket
Riding round in that gotti
Pistol off my boxers
I ain't got time to be boxing
Got a red bone she look tropic
If she fuck me right or she shopping
Young money we poppin'
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 on Sundays, King of Diamonds Monday
Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy
Got a big house with a back yard, fish tank with sharks in it
Real nigga I'm authentic
I'll fuck the bitches 'til 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 gnarley
Oh kimosabe, I'm with Mack, ? and Marley

Same old shit, just a different day
I can try to get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby needs some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard.

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