Drew Howard - Hustle lyrics

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Drew Howard - Hustle lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: D-Pryde] See, we don't care what nobody say We gon' keep running We just gotta go go hard And every game got a player So I'mma keep playing I just got to play my cards And I'mma Grind (Grind) Grind (Grind) Grind (Grind) I'mma just Hustle (Hustle) Hustle (Hustle) Hustle (Hustle) We just got to Grind (Grind) Grind (Grind) Grind (Grind) We just got to Hustle (Hustle) Hustle (Hustle) Hustle (Hustle) Hustle for this money, baby [Verse 1: Drew Howard] I'm Mister party animizzle Coming hardy on the grizzle My battery died Wait until they charge me up a little See, I'm fly and I'm legit Call me Kardinal Offishall And the women say They see me going farther than a missile Tell me enemy I got that psychedelic Jimmy Henney I'm the one like a penny So get with it, 'cuz I'm trendy But yet, I'm still pushing hard I fit right in with the Hemmy So I swallow all my pride With the slightest sip of Remy And it's just a tad of nasty techno I can't do the benny I'mma bu*ton Calla Mala up Kinda sky that's spittin' hotter than Some lava comin' out of Guatemala I'm a problem now Put me out with Prizzy That's a trauma Hate and judge me Like your honor last year I was out of office Now I'm President Obama Got my men up for progression I can never stay here Yeah, I get my bread and toast Don't forget to say a cheer [Hook: D-Pryde] [Verse 2: D-Pryde] This is baby no no Gadget homie, I go go Leaner than a cholo Austin Powers with my mojo Rockstar, Tommy Lee Down like the economy Rocket streets some soccer teams Fist in the air like Pauly-D Who's really smart to go against me Take another glance Every track I just snap Like a southern Dance Running cities, I be first You just come in last Have your favorite rapper Go babble, suffering succotash Haters be softer than some Matzo Ball Dishes I'm ripping heads off And playing volleyball with them Here's a Mazel Tov Toast to the fact I'm popping off senseless I'm ill, I don't really feel the Tylenol kicking Like a soccer ball, get it? There, I'm going to run it Speaking of kicking I'm bout' to Maradona your stomach With another crazy hitter To these kitty litter spitters I'm kicking, wicked divison I've risen! It's Prizzy! Yeaaaaah! [Hook: D-Pryde]

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