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Future, Metro Boomin, Rick Ross - Everyday Hustle (Official Audio)
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制作

出演艺人
Future
Future
演唱
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
演唱
作曲和作词
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
词曲作者
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
词曲作者
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
词曲作者
制作和工程
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
制作人
Eric Manco
Eric Manco
录音工程师
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
助理工程师
Aaron Fugeri
Aaron Fugeri
助理工程师
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
混音工程师
Joe Laporta
Joe Laporta
母带工程师

歌词

(I'll sit alone) (In my lonely room) Every day hustle like William (If you don't come on home) Yeah (What would I do?) (But I'll wait for you) Every day hustle like William, I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse, yeah I get in that kitchen, I cook, go to work, I go berserk, yeah Go out and get it, secure the city, can't sink like the Titanic Bitch know I'm a Freeband bandit This paper comin' to me 24 hours, I can't go to sleep I know the power of a dollar, tote 50 rounds at least Uh, she know I get money, she know (know that shit) Soon as I up the score Just like double O Stay down with me or let me go Start the whip, I just lay close And start me to whip up the floor She with me, she down like the bros Holdin' me down like the chosen one Early in the morning (go) Late up at night (go) Just be precise (just be precise) Got a pack for the flight (got a pack) All I took was a nina (all I took) I show up in a beamer (I showed up) Smackin' cougars like Trina (smackin', smackin') Water flow, Aquafina (water) Sing to me like Tina (sing to me) Sippin' dope out the liter Meditation off the kush (kush) Drinkin' Hi-Tech and Trish New baguette, yo, check the 'fits out Soon as the bitch check the Ritz out You down or you scared? (Scared) I knew she was just 'bout to say it (just 'bout to say it) I break her a lil' bread Don't let that shit go to your head Huh Biggest (Maybach Music) Goin' broke, niggas in a panic Sellin' dope, nigga send a pallet Young killers, city full of talent You testified, hate to see it happen New bitch, never meet the parents Triple beam, I'ma keep it balanced Built a bunker real deep in Tampa Got two hundred cars, haters screamin', "Damn it" Baby mama still the biggest opp Team of shooters just to keep it locked Rolls-Royce, you can keep the top Bag of old money, love to see it rot Yellow bitch, better keep her pampered Luther Campbell, I'm the new example Metro Boomin, time to cue the sample Niggas movin' bricks, then you can use the Phantom Black jet, I just flew to Texas Sippin' Tuss', mama can't accept it Never seen me on ketamine, but for the real team, I can win a gamble In the cell on the cell phone How you sellin' dope when it smell wrong? Yeah Woah, woah Yeah, yeah, yeah Fightin' for your life, spin by the hospital Bare-faced just like I'm lil' Critter Body snatchers, wig splitters, cap peelers, gravediggers, snake niggas Ain't nobody safe, nigga Meet me at the nearest coke spot Middle of the slums, standin' at the boat dock Loadin' up the cash, move it in the U-Haul Went inside my bag, went and took a roof off Crash dummy, goin' retarded, spendin' cash on it Smashin' in a Demon, still'll smash a European Gold-diggin' bitches, you can't tell a nigga shit He just got his first wish, can't tell these lil' niggas shit Tryna put him on some game, you better put him on a hit Livin' in the trenches, it's survival of the fittest 30 milligrams, niggas rather take the fent' Niggas got it out the mud, it's codeine when you piss Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Drop a brick in the toilet, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit That shit don't pop in the hood, man You talkin' about the grimy nigga in the hood? I don't know what lil', uhm, supposed to be hood you from But in the real hood, in America, that shit don't fly We don't listen to that bullshit, son
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Rick Ross, Leland Wayne, Alfreda Brockington Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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