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Hustle Video (MV)




Performed By: Bamis
Length: 2:44
Written by: Brandon Del Corpo




Bamis - Hustle Lyrics




I got a cold heart and nobody want it
I gotta go hard aint no way around it
Im so cold, i gotta go
Im so cold, i gotta go

I focus on getting my mind on the chedda
I'll f*ck up a check I just got in coachella
I run up on that with a pack of propellants
I f*ck up the game gotta past the pro pellets
Gotta get the troubles out
Gonna get the struggles out
Got it working doubles now
Get em with the turbo sound
Yea f*ck out
You dont wanna get in with the rollie and a bentley and no bust down
F*ck now
I dont get a milli in a minute many be killing my cuss dog
But now
I get it now, master my past and i came for the crown
I came up fast and im taking my time
Funny cuz many been wasting whats mine yea
I dont came up from the dirty
All of yall shit f*cking curly
I done came up was straight lurking
Hall of 13 got my jersey
Funny cuz the cons go round, gotta get the trombones out
Got em when i jump on sound, get em out the jumbotron

Got the chopper, I lock and load
Got the pockets on the low
I gotta hustle for the doe
I gotta hustle for the doe
Hustle
Flip the trap I'm flipping flows
Hustle
Ship it fast I gotta go
Hustle
Get the stacks I need some more
Hustle
Check the pats I gotten cold

Got the flower yea you know that I be cruising
Got the power and you know that I be choosing
Golden hour yeah you know that I be looting
Boating outta time woopsy I be cooling
Bitch better leave me off it
Imma get the millie in profit
Imma get my city bumping
The 4 feels like its Compton
Chug a 40 with the pope then
Caught a body with the dope man
F*ck a thottie in the cold damn
Trap sullied all my soul man
I see the white walls bout to get written on
Better get gone bout to get this jawn
Bills get long bet I get this job
Imma bet on imma get this one
Looking foward to pen this song
Books trapped inside this done
Capping bitches about the cob
Had it all blown out at the club

Got the chopper, I lock and load
Got the pockets on the low
I gotta hustle for the doe
I gotta hustle for the doe
Hustle
Flip the trap I'm flipping flows
Hustle
Ship it fast I gotta go
Hustle
Get the stacks I need some more
Hustle
Check the pats I gotten cold

I got a cold heart and nobody want it
I gotta go hard aint no way around it
Im so cold, i gotta go
Im so cold, i gotta go
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I got a cold heart and nobody want it
I gotta go hard aint no way around it
Im so cold, i gotta go
Im so cold, i gotta go

I focus on getting my mind on the chedda
I'll f*ck up a check I just got in coachella
I run up on that with a pack of propellants
I f*ck up the game gotta past the pro pellets
Gotta get the troubles out
Gonna get the struggles out
Got it working doubles now
Get em with the turbo sound
Yea f*ck out
You dont wanna get in with the rollie and a bentley and no bust down
F*ck now
I dont get a milli in a minute many be killing my cuss dog
But now
I get it now, master my past and i came for the crown
I came up fast and im taking my time
Funny cuz many been wasting whats mine yea
I dont came up from the dirty
All of yall shit f*cking curly
I done came up was straight lurking
Hall of 13 got my jersey
Funny cuz the cons go round, gotta get the trombones out
Got em when i jump on sound, get em out the jumbotron

Got the chopper, I lock and load
Got the pockets on the low
I gotta hustle for the doe
I gotta hustle for the doe
Hustle
Flip the trap I'm flipping flows
Hustle
Ship it fast I gotta go
Hustle
Get the stacks I need some more
Hustle
Check the pats I gotten cold

Got the flower yea you know that I be cruising
Got the power and you know that I be choosing
Golden hour yeah you know that I be looting
Boating outta time woopsy I be cooling
Bitch better leave me off it
Imma get the millie in profit
Imma get my city bumping
The 4 feels like its Compton
Chug a 40 with the pope then
Caught a body with the dope man
F*ck a thottie in the cold damn
Trap sullied all my soul man
I see the white walls bout to get written on
Better get gone bout to get this jawn
Bills get long bet I get this job
Imma bet on imma get this one
Looking foward to pen this song
Books trapped inside this done
Capping bitches about the cob
Had it all blown out at the club

Got the chopper, I lock and load
Got the pockets on the low
I gotta hustle for the doe
I gotta hustle for the doe
Hustle
Flip the trap I'm flipping flows
Hustle
Ship it fast I gotta go
Hustle
Get the stacks I need some more
Hustle
Check the pats I gotten cold

I got a cold heart and nobody want it
I gotta go hard aint no way around it
Im so cold, i gotta go
Im so cold, i gotta go
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Writer: Brandon Del Corpo
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