Hustle Gang Lyrics - Singles - Iggy Azalea

yeah, hustle gang nigga 

gdog get do or die 

you ain't got no money nigga, fuck you 

t.i. 

let go, hustle gang 

play no f*cking games 

t.i. pkiug you know my f*ing name, yeah 

haters drop south when they see the cane 

on highways with them bentleys to the left side 

on the eastern hemisphere holly west side 

how we doin', lay low and get high 

pray to the motie, live never let die 

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i swear i'm super cool, still a sit by 

to a nigga then i up and go and hop on a red eye 

till i'm dead i'mma live like a sour bad 

they say it's all good 

platinum dog tag 

yellow gold rollin' 

yella hoe know me 

in beverly hills gettin me a bottle like kobish 

you my dirt all by my lonely get no cody 

shot 'em dead, my bitch take it to the church for me 

in the fan uptown b-o-b hit the gurrow for me 

gdod get done with that answer to god only 

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i said rose's just a pussy 

fuck her i'll go in 

you can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a chip 

royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us 

the only queens around here are the girls fucking us 

and the haters get skipped, 

double dodge chip got a strapping gear 

press pres double clutch 

play with the bread, me the toast 

need a ghost before i'm ghost 

swear to the holy ghost 

yeah, i put my city on the map 

everybody's on the jack spot 

on the flat room 

word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em 

real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them 

heaven sent me go to hell money 

rolling in the deep still, i need that bail money 

went to the grammies i need six to keep my rolly yellow 

same as my bitch 

north to the south i be in the mix 

my location on there i should be writing your checks 

it's pay time for your career 

pussy lay down 

car full circle of balls 

could i spread them round 

yeah from lan to the a town 

time to make the whole world know my name now 

iggy azalea: 

show them wreckers with the roof off this mother low 

real bitch wanna kill all these bitch hoes 

silly flow, i'm illy my chow pain 

watch your titty boy 

i rocks these two chains 

you got me so inane 

double m arrange 

for this seats it's cold chain 

all them doors go bang 

you hoes be on the supper 

step up in double trouble 

sent here to fuck the gang 

hold up bitch shovel rubbers 

down the tuddle 

princess cuddle 

rocks like burning rubber 

they blind just stand 

but listen milf i am a mother fucker 

hustle gang you got it bad and i don't mean no usher 

my hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me pusha 

your malice, rip-offs every reach your bad bitch 

the man texts us like dallas 

be mad at him, i'm amazing 

you were simply just another nim 

gdod bitch it's more than just an acronym 

iggy 

you know what it means my nigga 

gdod get do or die my nigga 

hustle gang i know 

this the cane represented one time 

poddle of t.i. pking period 

i know, yeah 

my bitch iggy and this motherfucker represent xxl