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So You Think You Can Dance - Hustle Hard lyrics

Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
Hustle, hustle, hustle

Same old sh**, just a different day
Out here tryna 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

Big bank in my pocket
Double up with my profit
See this sh** then I cop it
Gimme that there and then drop it

Homie, hold up with my mojo
Peep the whip and the logo
24's and they low pro
I bet she f**ing, I know so

n***a ain't no doubt about it
Riding 'round with that rocket
Load it up and I cock it
Send 'bout a couple off in your nog

And hear them 808's and they knocking
Whole club and they rocking
Rose in them buckets
All my homies up in here vibing

n***a big sh** in my household
Real n***as I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about their Delogione

n***a don't stop the party
We be getting naughty
Old kimosabe homie's
Chiefing like I'm Marley

'Cause it's the same old sh**, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way
Mama need a house, baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard, guess what I'ma do

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Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard
Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard

Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle, black is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard, n***a
I be going hard, b**h, I'm going hard
I just hit the mall, you just swipe the card

I'm with a couple Latin broads
I just do menage
f** you other guys
p**y telling lies

Homie, free my n***a AG
f** you, n***as pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes

I am too much for you buster's
b**hes, I don't trust 'em
f** 'em once, I f** 'em
Lust 'em, never love 'em

They won't play me for no s**er
Play me for no paper
Make my b**hes stomp her
Alpha zeta omega

Better no one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved
Bet I know I'm on it

That's wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another
I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the corner

But it's same old sh**, just a different day
Out here tryna 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

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