Hustle Lyrics

Gucci Mane Hustle

[Chorus:]
Since you can't get right Imma show you how to hustle,
show you how to hustle show you how to hustle.
Make a grind all night, Imma show you how to hustle,
show you how to hustle, show you how to hustle..
Put ya game down tight Imma show you how to hustle,
show you how to husle, show you hwo to hustle.
It's an all night flight, Imma show you how to hustle,
show you hustle, show you how to hustle (Yeahh)

[verse 1:]
(ughh)
I let my hater be my motivator, I got 20 pounds of
purp. in my frigerator.(ughh)
So damn an investergator, when I re-up they bring it in
a tractor trailor. (ughh)
I'm the king of Decatur man, got that fruity dro any
kinda flavor man,(ughh)
Good cush or that purple thrax, white rhino you ain't
never heard of dat. (ughh)
I got them sevens fr the buck fifty, 125 if an nigga
f..ck wit me.(ughh) you doin bad buyin 50 slabs, I'm in
Texico buyin out sandwich bags(ughh)
Niggas churpin on my Nextel, Gucci what it look like
nigga fish scales(ughh)
I use to hold down the Hotel, now I'm a member of the
Sign Yoursefd Cartel

[Chorus]

[verse 2:]
(ughh)
I use to be the nigga wit the dimes, now I'm on the
grind wit the 4's and the 9's.(ughh)
They say it's Gucci time to shine, a young black
Enterprenuer in nhis prime(ughh)
A nigga gota get the whole thang, 21-5 evrytime my
phone rang(ughh)
I got so much clientell, black tee, black Gat and a
pocket scale(ughh)
So I can't go broke man, niggas know me as the Dope
man's dope man(ughh)
I made this one for my folks man, for the J's thatb be
smokin outta coke cans(ughh)
and they askin for a wake up, you wanna a brick I
gotcha covered like make-up.(ughh)
so wantcha holla atcha boy, you drop a couple dollars,
I'll getcha coke, I'll getcha boi

[Chrous:]
(ughh) I got dem pounds and the Q.P.'s, I move units, I
ain't talkin bout cd's(ughh)
I'm talkin bout HB's, a huundred pounds nigga holla at
HB(ughh0
nigga I can get an Escalade off a hundred slab and a
razor blade(ughh)
when I cut it wit the rich band 2 flips nigga Imma be a
rich man.(ughh)
and these robbers trynna plot up, get his car shot up
tyrna take a nigga product(ughh)
these niggas ain't harmin me,plus I sell more drugs
than a pharmacy.(ughh)
Imma mix it wit the Isatol, ten thousand pills and
these bitches ain't no Tylenol (ughh)
Big nuts like bowling balls, 30 thoughand dollar charm
and a hole in da wall.

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