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onyx - hustin hour lyrics

[intro: ]
hustle hard!
get your hustle hard, go hey
get your hustle hard,
y’all go hey!
late hour hustling, but i’ve been a hustle

3 a.m. hustling hours!
better get your money, you ain’t touching ours!
three am, husting now is
you better get your money, you ain’t f-cking with ours!
we build up from the ground up, like the towers
keep it uncut, we don’t f-ck with the flour!
late night dope sails, opium dope sails
homes in the hotels, cope with cartels
oh well, the feds right on my…
throw away the key, throwing me in the cold cell.
united states ghetto, getting money up in state
first week strong, a hundred thousand at the gate.
ain’t no love in the street, but thugs throwing slugs where you sleep
and n-gg-s pull the rug when you peep.
shout south, n-gg-, from the heart, like, ‘what up?’
talk south, one thirsty first so blood up!
homie got sent to the alley alone
.. no talking, had … shut up!

hook:
get your hustle hard
hustlin hours!
get your hustle hard
hustlin hours!
get your hustle hard
hustlin hours!
better get your money, you ain’t touching ours!
get your hustle hard
hustlin hours!
go hey, get your hustle hard
hustlin hours!
hustle hard
get your hustle hard
hustlin hours!
better get your money, you ain’t touching ours!

all … cocaine, i’m a drug dealer
now for real, i’m a motherf-cking drug dealer!
by my work soft, cook that up
legal nine, straight drop, i hook that up!
streets keep calling, it’s hard for me to quit
just when i think i’m out, then you’re the pr-ck.
back seat, a hooligan, all black a hooligans
when i’m round the fiends, know the c-ke good again!
my hours is from twelve to twelve
360, 24/7 i’m selling.
i get a fuss just bagging that cane
smoking mary jane, packing that thing!
all i do it hustle, f-ck it 9 to 5
stole at 9, make six by 5.
it’s an all day, process, even on a sunday
grind on a dashboard, bring you what you ask for.

n-gg-s got shooters, got hoes, got hammers on sail
got c-ke, got weed, got grams and scale
got everything you need, ain’t no way in h-ll
there’s something money can’t buy even in jail.
in the streets of the landlord, n-gg- gotta pay rent,
living on a top floor, but came from the bas-m-nt!
n-gg-s trying to come on me vile, cause i’m flavoring
hustle so hard, i don’t know where the day went.
move .. turned bricks to bags
get fixed for cash, even this… for last
checks for smash, tell him, p-ssy, pimp that -ss
kids were… no matter where you hit the stash!

- onyx lyrics

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