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f. mills - we hustle lyrics

[intro: f. mills]
let me cook for a minute. trek gang

[verse 1: f. mills]
f-ck you and them rules that you abide by
a drive-by, nah ahh
them tools scatter crews
not a dry eye, warring will ensue if i decide i
wanna take it further if i choose
and ya dudes, give me side eye
petty, but my mind high
and i ain’t talkin’ smokin’ weed
a trekkie, but no sci-fi, so imma take her up with me
you a sucka, so she f-ck wit me
it’s really nothing to it
pick a bum or this luxury?
this bomb, so she blowing me
c-m, how i run this tongue
in between her, f-ck her sweet
i had to cuff her, she a mean one in them jeans
put her to sleep
i’m cooking got the recipe
skinny steady flushing beats
lyrics heat, these kids ain’t touching me
you n-ggas sweet
ruining ya t–th, when you speak to me
these haters on a level i ain’t seeing
i get a better seat
i’m racing big engines, y’all small
but get upset wit me
it’s sort of like y’all livin’ through the kid
sh-t, imma let em see
my ex, playing games, i chase fame
sh-t, imma let her seek
and hide her f-cking feelings if she want
sh-t, imma let her be
she’d rather send them signals online
sh-t, imma let her tweet
my other chick a dime
plus it was time to get a better piece
i’m gone, f. mills

[hook:]
hustle, hustle
f-ck them hoes
we hustle, hustle
f-ck them hoes
we hustle, hustle
f-ck them hoes
we, we f-ck them hoes
we, we f-ck them hoes
we hustle

[verse 2: f. mills]
we took the game by the feet, down bottom
then we lift it up
started on the street, n-ggas followed
then we st-tched it up
bought up all the liquor, hoes swallowed
then we switched it up
you ain’t drinking sh-t for free
these cars, it ain’t nothing for me
these bars, we can work a fee
we stars, he ain’t up for me
drag em through the mud, we shining
plus we sucka free
money too long and gang strong now they ducking me
on the interstate, sh-t i be driving like a trucker be
p-ssenger, chick riding rougher than this f-cking beat
spit fire, join the team, now finally they can f-ck with me
c-h-i to a-t, i’m winning on these l’s
yo account it don’t equate me
a million on these, wheeling on these
fake teams, i’m authentic
can’t shake these, it takes a minute
it’s hard work, my car worths infinite
can’t duplicate these
it’s hard times for these n-ggas
so we ball major, yall fall haters
y’all seasonal, we all greater
y’all fiend for them, we call later

[hook:]
hustle, hustle
f-ck them hoes
we hustle, hustle
f-ck them hoes
we hustle, hustle
f-ck them hoes
we, we f-ck them hoes
we, we f-ck them hoes
we hustle

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