Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hustlin', artist - Rick Ross. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hustlin' |
| 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' |
| Who the fuck you think you fuckin’with, I’m the fuckin’boss |
| Seven forty-five, white on white that’s fuckin’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 motherfuckers flyin''cross the Atlantic |
| I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega |
| He owe me a hundred favors |
| I ain’t petty nigga, we buy the whole thang |
| See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine |
| 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 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 |
| 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 shit still bitches and business |
| I’m on my money shit still whippin’them Benz |
| Major league who catchin’because I’m pitchin' |
| Jose Canseco just snitchin’because he’s finish |
| I feed 'em steroids 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 nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that |
| Mo’cars, mo’hoes, mo’clothes, mo blows |
| It’s time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin’wheels |
| I ain’t drove in a week them bitches spinnin’still |
| Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me Killers talkin'bout me, it ain't no talk about me It ain't no walkin''round me, see all these killers '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 niggaz rich off that YAYO |
| Steady slangin’YAYO, my Chevy bangin’Yayo |