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(Chorus - Pusha T) |
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I ain't in to fat lippin, I'm in to gat grippin |
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A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin |
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Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin |
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The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten |
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Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah |
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(Verse 1 - Pusha T) |
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All I wanted growing up was remote controls |
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Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control |
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Got ghetto corners choking slow |
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Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh! |
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This one's for my foes |
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Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him! |
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I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings |
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It - is what it seems, just call me Jepeto! |
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A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket |
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Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it |
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I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah? |
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Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eye |
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Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram |
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Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so well? |
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These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+ |
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Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh! |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 2 - Malice) |
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They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve |
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Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees |
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Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve |
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Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see |
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Can't hide the truth, decendents of pain |
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So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein |
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My game weight grown, this is no fact |
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When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome |
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I'm not these rap kids, wit childish antics |
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Who make diss records, who rock hat backwards |
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These are higher stakes, this is not average weight |
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This is not pinching penny's bitch, this is carrot cake |
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This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros |
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They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow |
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But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal' |
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Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well" |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3 - Pusha T) |
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They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors |
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Nigga don't make me open yours |
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Seen hearts beat through, open sores |
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Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore |
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Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit |
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He who questions I is unfocused |
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Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappear |
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Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push' |
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(Malice) |
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Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he? |
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Who curse me, curse me? But doing me |
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It hurts me so, puts me through changes |
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So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!) |
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Acts live, but only if you speak the language |
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...And the rest is Comic View |
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Star Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to? |
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You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy! |
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(Chorus) |
