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los - hustle hard remix lyrics

same old sh-t, 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 sh-t 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 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
b-tch, my league too major
i’m hip-hop derek jeter
and i’m still feeling my pockets
big b-ss and it’s knocking
yeah, this be that remix
but still ride around with that rocket
n-gg-, welcome back to my household
we the best be that logo
hundred grand for that neck glow
all about the dinero
n-gg- flow so r-t-rded
we be getting gnarly
whoa kimosabe, it be me, ross, weezy
party because it’s the
same old sh-t, 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 n-gg-
no, you b-tches can’t get my beat
chopper’s only thing free, n-gg-
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’
this morning one fifty
p-ssy n-gg-s 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 sh-t, 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 f-ck 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 n-gg-s chicken, pollo
n-gg- 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 n-gg-, i’m authentic
i’ll f-ck the b-tch 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-gg- t.i., soowoo to the beehive
got a g6 and a g5, you p-ssy n-gg-s 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 sh-t, 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, b-tch, it’s coming soon
same old sh-t, 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

- los lyrics

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