This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Everyday I'm 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 hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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'
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 (Pablo), Noriega (Noriega)
The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors (Church)
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back (roof back), my money right (my money right)
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatched black I cried for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
I caught a charge (you caught a charge?)
I caught a charge (yeah?)
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's
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's fat we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat (go on rat)
Run and tell 'em that (tell 'em that)
Mo' cars (mo' cars), mo' hoes (mo' hoes)
Mo' clothes (mo' clothes), mo' blows
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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
It's time to spend my thrills (thrills)
Custom spinnin' wheels (wheels)
I ain't drove in a week, them bitches spinnin' still (still)
Talk about me 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers chalkin' bout me (chalkin' about me)
It ain't no talk about me (it ain't no talk about me)
It ain't no walkin' 'round 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 (hey)
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 (Burt)
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work (work)
(In the M-I-A-YO) them niggas rich off (yayo)
Steady slangin' (yayo), my Chevy bangin' (ayo)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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
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 hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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'
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 (Pablo), Noriega (Noriega)
The real Noriega, he owe me a hundred favors (Church)
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back (roof back), my money right (my money right)
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatched black I cried for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard, whip it, whip it real hard
I caught a charge (you caught a charge?)
I caught a charge (yeah?)
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's
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finished
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's fat we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat (go on rat)
Run and tell 'em that (tell 'em that)
Mo' cars (mo' cars), mo' hoes (mo' hoes)
Mo' clothes (mo' clothes), mo' blows
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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
It's time to spend my thrills (thrills)
Custom spinnin' wheels (wheels)
I ain't drove in a week, them bitches spinnin' still (still)
Talk about me 'cause these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers chalkin' bout me (chalkin' about me)
It ain't no talk about me (it ain't no talk about me)
It ain't no walkin' 'round 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 (hey)
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 (Burt)
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work (work)
(In the M-I-A-YO) them niggas rich off (yayo)
Steady slangin' (yayo), my Chevy bangin' (ayo)
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm 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
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