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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraEveryday Hustle (With Metro Boomin, Rick Ross)
Everyday hustle like WilliamYeahEveryday hustle like WilliamI'm charging a chicken just for the verse, yeahI get in that kitchen, I cook, go to workI go berserk, yeahGo out and get it, secure the citycan't sink like the titanicBitch know I'm a Freeband banditThis paper comin' to me twenty-four hoursI can't go to sleepI know the power of a dollar, tote fifty rounds at leastShe know I get money, she know, know that shitSoon as I up the scoreJust like double OStay down with me or let me goStart the whip, I just lay closeAnd start me to whip up the floorShe with me, she down like the brosHoldin' me down like the chosen oneEarly in the morning, goLate up at night, goJust be precise (Just be precise)Got a pack for the flight (Got a pack)All I took was a ninaI show up in a beamer (Showed up)Smackin' cougars like Trina (Smackin', smackin')Water flow, Aquafina (Water)Sing to me like Tina (Sing to me)Sippin' dope out the literMeditation off the kush (Kush)Drinkin' Hi-Tech and TrishNew Bugatti, yo, check the 'fits outSoon as the bitch check the Ritz outYou down or you scared? (Scared)I knew she was just 'bout to say itI break her lil' breadDon't let that shit go to your headHuhBiggest(Maybach Music)Goin' broke, niggas in a panicSellin' dope, niggas in a palletYoung killers, city full of talentYou testified, hate to see it happenNew bitch, never meet the parentsTriple beam, I'ma keep it balancedBuilt a bunker real deep in TampaGot two hundred cars, haters screamin'Baby mama still the biggest oppTeam of shooters just to keep it lockedRolls-Royce, you can keep the topBag of old money, love to see it rotYellow bitch, better keep her pamperedLuther Campbell, I'm the new exampleMetro Boomin, time to cue the sampleNiggas movin' bricks, then you can use the PhantomBlack jet, I just flew to TexasSippin' Tuss', mama can't accept itNever seen me on ketaminebut for the real team, I can win a gambleIn the cell on the cell phoneHow you sellin' dope when it smell wrong?YeahWoah, woahYeah, yeah, yeahFightin' for your life, spin by the hospitalBare-face just like I'm Lil' CritterBody snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelersgravediggers, snake niggasAin't nobody safe, niggaMeet me at the nearest coke spotMiddle of the slums, standin' at the boat dockLoadin' up the cash, move it in the U-HaulWent inside my bag, went and took a roof offCrash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash on itSmashin' in a Demon, still'll smash a EuropeanGold-diggin' bitches, you can't tell a nigga shitHe just got his first wishcan't tell these lil' niggas shitTryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hitLivin' in the trenches, it's survival of the fittestThirty milligrams, niggas rather take the fent'Niggas got it out the mud, it's codeine when you pissDrop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shitDrop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shitThat shit don't pop in the hood, manYou talkin' about the grimy nigga in the hood?I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you fromBut in the real hood, in Americathat shit don't fly, we don't listen to that bullshit, son
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