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lil wayne - hustle hard lyrics

[ace hood & lil wayne]
g-mix, i do it
(yeah), g-mix, (this the remix)
(uh)

[refrão – ace hood]
same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what i’mma do?
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[ace hood]
okay, i’m booked out until august
show money deposits
see the sht then i cop it
got but a house note in my pocket
i’m on south beach with that top off
bad b-tch and her -ss 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
b-tch my league too major
i’m hip hop derek jeter
and i’m still feeling my pockets
big b-ss and its knocking
yeah this be that remix
but still ride around with that rocket
n-gga welcome back to my household
“we the best” be that logo
hundred grand for that neck glow
all about the dinero
n-gga flow so r-t-rded
we be getting gnarley
oh kimosabe, it be me, ross, weezy
party cause it’s the…

[refrão – ace hood]

[rick ross]
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 n-gga
no you b-tches can’t get my beat
choppers only thing free n-ggas
step to me and i teach you
somebody text his picture
straight drop in my beaker
ace knocking my speakers
last night i counted 1 mill
this morning 150
p-ssy n-ggas can’t count me out
don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah
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 7 tre

[refrão – lil wayne]
uh, same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house
baby need some shoes
times are getting hard
guess what we gon’ do?
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
hustle, hustle, hustle, hard

[ace hood]
closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

[lil wayne]
yeah, okay, now black card in my pocket
riding round in that ‘gatti
pistol off my boxers
i ain’t got time to be boxing
got a red bone, she look tropic
if she f-ck me right then 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 n-ggas chicken, pollo
n-gga liv 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 n-gga, i’m authentic
i’ll f-ck the b-tches ’till she short winded
got a bad b-tch who be bartending
couple homies that gang bang
i get on anybody track and hit that b-tch with that wayne train
free my n-gga t.i.
soo woo to the beehive
got a g6 and a g5
you p-ssy n-ggas, you feline
don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley
oh kimosabe, i’m with mack, fucus and marley
cause its…

same old sh-t, just a different day
out here tryna get it, each and every way
momma need a house, baby need some shoes
they want that carter iv, b-tch it’s coming soon

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