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Hustle hard remix

Hustle hard remix freestyle by : junior

 

(Rap)

Yea young junior baby

Work hard, get paid

Put foods on the table

Pay bills for my parents

My daughter need a kandle

***** I can't handle

Imma hustle hard

If you **** stop me

I will **** you up

Snap my fingers and money come to me

******* im the boss

That what I do

I'm so addict to money like honey *****

Imma making raining on this hoes

******* bend over and touch your toes

Get rich or dying trying

******* I told my dad if I didn't make money

Imma die trying

My daughter is my inspiration

Her smile is my motivation

******* are not my level

I see them pedal their bike

I'm on my Lamborghini niggas

I see my ***** kimbo

Watzup ***** how are u doing

50 cent said, hey homie swish your style up but if they hate let the money pile up.

**** all my ******

Yea kisss my ***

I just miss your funny jokes

If you keep talkin **** behind my back

Imma come and choke you ******

******* I'm not playing

I'm gettin money like 50cent

You *** hoes

I'm ************* *****

***** ****** say, yo jr **** this *****

Yea imma do that ****

While my daughter swimming with the fish

I call her mermaid ******

I'm making money money

You ****** ******* *****

*****

************ ****** wat wrong with this haters

I used to chase ***** until my dad told to chase money

***** ain't my time

Bro, it good tho

I'm wearing bing chain until girls call me **** while ****** hate on me

Let them hate but they can't touch me

Let me take you in the past

When I was a kid

I love big things

Big cars, big house, big ***** and big ****

Dad asked me, son what your fave car

I said, Lamborghini

He said, **** son this **** is expensive

I said, dad I got this

To all this ****** shot my bro cause he was tryin to get money to feed his daughter

**** you, I'm here to **** you up

I'm your ****** nightmare

If you try to get money

Imma come to rob you and **** you

Show no love cause love will get you **** that what 50cent say

All day I'm right here

I'm not goin nowhere

Imma hustle hard until I died

God forgives but I don't ******

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