Hustlin' Lyrics

[Intro]

Hustle, Hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'



Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'



[Verse 1]

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss

Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross

I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)

I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back

I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic

I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic

I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega

He owe me a hundred favors

I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang

See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine

My roof back, my money rides

I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like

When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights

He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes



[Hook]

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' [ Hustlin' lyrics from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/r/rick_ross/hustlin/ ] Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'

Everyday I'm, everyday I'm



[Verse 2]

We never steal cars, but we deal hard

Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard

I caught a charge, I caught a charge

Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard

Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business

I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs

Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'

Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish

I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens

They flyin' over Pacific to be specific

Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks

So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that

Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

It's time to spend my thrills cuz I'm spinnin' wheels

I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still

Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me

Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me

It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me

Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County

Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two

Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two

Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two

She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two

I touch work like I'm convertible Burt

I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work

In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO

Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo



[Hook]


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