Rick Ross - Hustlin' (instrumental) lyrics

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Rick Ross - Hustlin' (instrumental) 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 f** you think you f**in' with, I'm the f**in' boss Seven forty-five, white on white that's f**in' 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 motherf**ers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega He owe me a hundred favors I ain't petty n***a, we buy the whole thang See most of my n***as really still deal c**aine 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' 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 sh** still b**hes and business I'm on my money sh** 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 n***a go on rat, run and tell 'em that Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo' blow (Hook) (Verse 3) It's time to spend my thrills cuz I'm spinnin' wheels I ain't drove in a week them b**hes spinnin' still Talk about me because these s**ers scared to talk about me k**ers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these k**ers '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 n***as rich off that YAYO Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo (Hook)