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ACE HOOD lyrics : "Hustle Hard"

[Ace Hood]
(Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle, )


[Chorus]
Same old sh-t, just a different day
Out here tryna get it, each and every way

Momma need a house
Baby need some shoes
Times are getting hard

Guess what I'mma 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 %#@! than I cop it
Gimme that there and than drop it
Homie, hold up with my mojo

Peep the whip and the logo
24?s and they low pro
I bet she f-cking, I know so

N-ga aint no doubt about it
Riding round with that rocket
Load it up and I @@#! 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-gga big %#@! in my household

Real n-ggas I die for
Creeping off in that Tahoe
All about that?

N-gga don't stop the party
We be getting gnarley
Old kimosabe homie's chiefing cause I'm Marley

This is the same old %#@!

[Chorus]


[Swizz Beatz]
I think I'm from Kingston, Jamaica homes

Cause I got 10 jah and 10 om's
I don't leave the crib without my chrome
I keep blowing up, like my mobile phone

Them L red bottoms, I designed em homes
I spiked them whole damn shoe for you $$#holes
I used to stunt my black card for my new broads

Now I just whip the four-door, oh my gosh
The? Aston, I did that too
Wait til we come with Matt reds and Matt Blues

I'm an empire, you a little boy
Got a Lamborghini, that's my son's toy
Where the flip did I get that paper

Shades on I can't see you haters
Taking off when I see you later
I-I-I hustle paper


[Chorus]


[Ace Hood]
Okay now, all I know is hustle
Get it off the muscle

Block is my attire
Keep them sticks off in that cupboard n-gga
I be going hard, (*##$ 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-ck oyu other guys
P-ssy telling lies

Homie, free my n-gga AG
F-ck yopu n-ggas pay me
Swagging in my saline
Two door coupe Mercedes
I am too much for you buster's

(*##$es I don't trust em
F-ck em once, I f-ck em
Lust em never love em
They won't play me for no sucker, play me for no paper
Make my (*##$es stomp her

ALpha zeta mega, better no-one really on it
Drive it, bet I own it
Money is involved, bet I know I'm on it
Thtas wording to my mother
Gotta get it one way or another

I put that on my brother
I'm out here on the come up

[Chorus]



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