Hustle Lyrics

Hustle - Kwame Nkrumah Jr.

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My papa disown me,

Say he no like me again oh

So hustle o brother

Eyi eyi ye ye ye yeah

Ahnn, mmhm

The Kwame Nkrumah ye yea yea

Work on your body, don’t taya

Make dem know say you be di fire now

Poverty make I Don manya eyy ey,

I don many eyy

Work on your body, don’t taya

Make dem know say you be di fire now

Poverty make I Don manya eyy ey,

I don manya eyy

Hustle o Brother

Hustle o ey

You for Hustle o Brother

mmn, mmn

Hustle o Brother

Hustle o ey

You for Hustle o Brother

mmn, mmn

My papa disown me

Say he no like me again oh wo wo

As he see me on TV

He blowing my phone,

Now he say make I come home

Threw me outta di house

Only my Mama knew my whereabouts

Dreams, heartbreaks, women and clout

Family be sumin mi nuh wan talk about

Ouu, ahh

Papa tell me what I do you make you bore

Ei you put me on the streets

nowhere to go

Hustle o Brother Hustle o ey

You for Hustle o Brother,

mmn, mmn

Hustle o Brother Hustle o ey

You for Hustle o Brother,

mmn, mmn

Stack up di money

Fill up di garage oh

Pepper di body ye ye ye

I thank God for mummy

And I thank God for my life oh Omo omo

tell em who I be ey ey ey

Hustle o brother

Make wanna give up oh brother hustle hustle oh brother

After di hustle you go fi wear designer

Hustle o brother

Make wanna give up oh brother Hustle oh brother

After di hustle you go fi wear designer

Work on your body, don’t taya

Make dem know say you be di fire now

Poverty make I Don manya eyy ey,

Work on your body, don’t taya

Make dem know say you be di fire now

Poverty make I Don manya eyy ey,

Hustle o Brother Hustle o ey

You for Hustle o Brother,

mmn, mmn

Hustle o Brother Hustle o ey

You for Hustle o Brother,

mmn, mmn

Uhh uhhh

Stack up di money

Fill up di garage oh

Pepper di body ye ye ye

I thank God for mummy

And I thank God for my life oh Omo omo

tell em who I be ey ey ey