| Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
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| Turn everything up some more
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| The drums you know, the music and shit
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| (Holla back)
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| I’m goin' for it now
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| (Holla back)
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| Yes sir
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| (Holla back)
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| Hey, yo
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| In the heart of a re-up, it’s somthin' like a G up
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| MCA fingering that B up or that C up
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| Fiends creep up with their flesh lookin' beat up
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| And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup
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| He opened up his jacket
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| I opened up my packet
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| He pulled out his money
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| I’m pullin' out that honey
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| He stuff it in his stem soon as he took it from me
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| Yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny
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| He lit that shit, he hit that quick as if I was high
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| I asked him where them bricks at shit
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| He smiled as if he was payin' homage
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| He said in the back of the apartment
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| Where they be selling ganja
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| But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
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| Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
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| I said shit ma nigga take another hit
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| We ran up in that crib with them Uzis and them Sigs
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| Give up the work or we tyin' up the kids
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| Did I get that work, what you think? |
| Yes I did
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| I didn’t actually that wasn’t true and
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| If you aspire to hustle, that’s a how to, to you
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| This that shit make you wanna hustle
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| Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles
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| Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
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| So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles
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| We gonna show you how to hustle
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| (Holla back)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Holla back)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Ya follow that)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (well, follow this)
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| It’s incredible how I etch my plans out
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| To be physically subtle and financially stand out
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| You should see me stick that big S on my anso
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| And literally call destructure so no one can touch ya
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| Teenage girls’ll love ya and models wanna fuck ya
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| Ice cream ya way on to somebody’s magazine cover
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| So much money that the lid threatens eruption and
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| The bank says you don’t have to call like you’re Usher
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| And I ain’t kill or sell drugs to nobody
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| But I know niggas that kill and stretch work like pilates
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| Nigga the crack house was literally right beside me
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| When them fiends hit that shit they kicked just like karate
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| We named one Bruce lie, one slim Kelly
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| Who issued too much quicker than Luis rank and M belly
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| Yeah, I escaped but there’s nothing you can tell me
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| 'Cause thought I paper chase, my memories won’t fail me
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| This that shit make you wanna hustle
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| Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles
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| Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
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| So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles
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| We gonna show you how to hustle
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| (Holla back)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Holla back)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Ya follow that)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Well, follow this)
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| In the hood, wake up to the hammer noise
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| Sound like the work of my jerks the swagger boys
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| Pull up and them eyes wide open, stack of toys
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| If your girl want to leave with us that’s her choice
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| The feelin' throbbin' I got it and poppin' phenomanal
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| Nigga signed a million dollar cheque with his pyjamas on
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| Film it like a porno no need to re-word it
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| Nigga the enzo just came and I ain’t have to jerk it
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| Yeah, niggas you heard it the perversion of stars
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| I guess if I go in my garage, it’d be a menage
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| Niggas can’t hate on this like summer in '84
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| When we high off potato chips
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| New cript and Florida were the soul core corridors
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| Yes them babies mine, fuck I need to go on my reefa
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| Rewire my brain, aspire to attain, tell Jacob
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| Light on the platinum, keep the fire in the chain
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| Yikes I mean ice on the motherfucker gleam
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| I guess if my ice is fire, it leave you niggas stinged
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| See there’s you there’s me and there’s between
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| If you remove the between, you see I achievin' you dreams
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| This that shit make you wanna hustle
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| Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles
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| Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
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| So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles
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| We gonna show you how to hustle
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| (Holla back)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Holla back)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Ya follow that)
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| So you can style all these sneakers
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| (Well, follow this)
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| Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
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| Turn everything up some more
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| The drums you know, the music and shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show You How To Hustle (Feat. Lauren), artist - Pharrell Williams. Album song In My Mind, in the genre Поп