Lyrics:
hustle real hard (305, MI-yayo)
Hustlin' hustlin' (uh)
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin' (Dade County)
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm (it's Ross)
Everyday
Although I never do a remix
Shoutout to the man who made it yea he was a genius.
Mr Cool I love you but this beat I gotta eat it.
And bring
, light it up, go to the sky
So hit the lights, lights, lights
So hit the lights, hit the lights
Tell them all, tell them tell
Them hard, light it up, go
Original dancehall remix from Kingston Jamaica, star trak!
(up to di time) turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, wow!
Every time your name was
ain't really hard to tell by all the moves I'm makin'
Takin' all these nigga's bitches, you can say I'm Drakin'
I'm that nigga, you that bitch and ain't
now
He would never ride with Ja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
You ain't no killa, you a pussy
That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy
Bitches
you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon on the waist and I spray guns off
'Cause if it's
it's a mismatch
You see what I did to the
Other MCs on my diss track
How can I clash Devilman?
Devilman ain't on my level man
After I murk Devilman
Put
na manuchim soh soh soh soh
Manu manu manuchim soh soh soh soh
Tell them say na manuchim soh soh soh soh
Oh na na na
My people is not by me it's be …
I
Now hear this (now hear this)
Ah, rodeo!
In come the ting them call remix program
Sean Paul, alongside Farruko and Akon
You don't know? We run it
about the mc
And I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, ok?
Here we go children
It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program
So I had
the mc
And I'ma tell you about the bootlegger, OK?
Here we go children
It happened at a jam, some kid tried to sham on the program
So I had
a round with the drum there's 49 behind that
They say they lookin for me now but nigga I ain't hidin shit
This the remix and I said I'm frying it
He try
I ain't going out this easy
People count on me to make it and I don't want 'em to leave me
Grinder harder for my people and I know my niggas see me
ain't a soda, can't you smell the aroma
Call cuna to collab, he ready to go half
Remix, remix, got a zip in the lab
So I got it broke up, Twan told me
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
And he tells them a little tale he won't tell me
And it's hard and it's hard, ain't it hard
To love one that never did love you?
And it's hard
the the block with no remix, I beat my chest cuz I'm kinging you niggas
I got put on, then I put my dawg on
Then he put his dawg on, now we all on the go
You
They ain't make enough room for g's (NO) so I take room (YUUP)
Go hard alL day no break room
No siLver I grew up with a gray spoon
Rihanna beat, eat it
to the smog, digital to analog
We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
Simple minds can't keep up with this
(Verse 2)
I'm a put it on the table
I ain't
nigga you would never be (oh na, na, oh na)
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
Oh na, na, oh na
You tell me that you make big moves
But tell 'em what you
money hustle daily, I ain't hard to find
First its fuck you then its pay me, I ain't hard to find
Finesse the game we taking over, I ain't hard to find
Tryna convince myself
I'm blacked out by like 2pm sober me na ain't seen em
tell em i tell em i tell em i yea
Trying to convince myself that I
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