Rick Ross - Hustlin' (Bootleg) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Hustlin' (Bootleg) lyrics

[Rick Ross] Who you s**ers think your tripping with? Yes, I'm the boss 745 white on white, that's Rick Ross I cut them wide, I cut them long, I cut them fat (What?) I keep them coming back (What?) We keep them coming back I'm in the distribution I'm like Atlantic I got them pretty things flying cross the Atlantic I know Pablo Norieaga The real Norieaga He owe me a hundred favours I ain't petty player We buy the whole thing See most of my homies hustle, they still do they thing My roof back My money right I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm running like When they snatched Black, I cried for a hundred nights He got a hundred bodies, serving a hundred lives Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm [Plan B] Yeah I'm always hustling blud I'm hustling even when I'm just sitting in the flat, sipping on a Jack, chilling with my girlfriend 'Cause I'm always on the phone like who? What? When? What did you just say? Can you say that again? What you motherf**ing mean, motherf**er wants ten? Motherf**er's supposed to be my motherf**ing friend Give him eight per cent and say that sh**'s peng Considering that I'm still living in the ends And I'm still driving in the same old banged out ride Reg plate starting with an N Looking at the Benz And the BMs Thinking: how come I ain't in one of them Yeah my LP dropped blud, so what then? Them there money's dried up since then I'm still Ben Same old little pink dicked white boy that I was before Except now I'm a little less young Little less dumb and a little less poor? What's enough? More? Is it 'cause I think your tough enough or do I just know the score? Blud, they can't say I ain't talented, all they can say is that I'm too raw What's my name? Ben Drew, not Ben Draw Still no-one backs me like Jo Whiley, Ras Kwame or Zane Lowe On BBC Radio Who cares what that fat prick said he's pop Yeah Chris Moyles - he had a pop First him and now Tim, So what? Neither of them got a clue about Hip Hop Blud [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm [Bridge - Chris Martin] Where do you go? Nobody knows I've gotta say I'm on my way down God gave me style and gave me grace God put a smile on my face [Chorus] Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Ev-everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm hustlin' Everyday I'm, everyday I'm