Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt (Copy) Lyrics (Ft. French Montana, Pusha T & Chinx Drugz)

Vado - Till My Wrist Hurt (Copy) Lyrics (Ft. French Montana, Pusha T & Chinx Drugz):

[Hook: French Montana]

I just copped a whole brick from papi

About to hit the stove, get it popping

None of my niggas moving sloppy

Meet me on the ave, nigga copy

Copy, copy, copy, copy

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

I be whipping hard, ’till my wrist hurt (copy)

[Verse 1: Vado]

Yo, yo that’s word to god

Vado feed the block with it, lot of people starve

Place the weight on a plate then you break it down in parts

Make a move then I’m out, I don’t wait around for knocks, nah

(Hah!) Whip soft, I’m pissed off, took a week to get a brick off

No bitch here I got ripped off, lose fifty grand every missed call

Its a cold world on my block, pump rock [?] work on my block

Mailbox where I hold work on the block

[?] work on the block

Man, hit papi, tell him I need ten copy

TNT will see the monopoly

Move swift through thin ice like hockey

‘Sup [?], this the number to wait for, dealin’ weight for

Hand me a plate, I don’t care who ate more

Nine in his face, [?]

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

King Push!

I hear the going price for a brick is 43

That’s Kendrick Perkins, I’m sellin’ hard if it’s up to me

Break it down in all eight-balls, find MJG

That’s oldschool, that’s West Coast, that’s [?]

All I know about is getting money (Woo!) till the sun come up

Dominicana with a calculator when they see my face I watch ‘em all run up

My heist run was a nice one, couldn’t take the trip [?] paranoid

I’m Smack Dilla the crack dealer, I’ve done sold drugs in every category

(Woo!) I swear you niggas bore me, with your f-ckin’ stories

You f-ckin’ war in peace time with your fake ass glory

And your fake ass jewelry, monkey ass jewelry

Couldn’t find a million with a road map and a bitch named Siri

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Chinx]

Four hoes on one strip, copy

Come press four zones into one brick, copy

I be copy cool, I might act a fool

Hop out the drop top yellin’ hallelujah

Boy I flow like a faucet

Had the [?] and you lost it, came in this bitch on some boss shit

[?] but I roll out that coffin

That bitch, we bone, on that bong we be coughin’

I seen Javier on 45th

But I [?] brick

Counted all the paper, he told me “Copy”

These fuckboys are carbon copy

[Hook: French Montana]

DJ Drama - Clouds Lyrics (Ft. Curren$y, Miguel, Pusha T & Rick Ross)

DJ Drama - Clouds Lyrics (Ft. Curren$y, Miguel, Pusha T & Rick Ross):

[hook: miguel]
i wanna kiss your mind, babe
let’s take a walk on the clouds
let me taste your thoughts, babe
let’s take a walk on the clouds

[verse 1: rick ross]
last night i fell asleep counting a million cash
life wild, i only smile when i see my stash
large yacht, fast money, she need a slow cruise
cigar, ciroc, her nigga old news
old money always put me on my new shit
hermes ahead in my to-do list
rollin up a laugh, take a walk in the clouds
take a look at my niggas, young, rich and we wild
ain’t no bitches allowed, acting like snitchin’ us out
got this gold on my neck, teachin’ new principles now
startin’ the lotus, revvin’ the motors
walk on the clouds, we ain’t second to no one

[hook]

[verse 2: pusha t]
i got you walkin’ on cloud nine
as you ???
you only second to my first love
but you can refer to her as alpine
alpina, the b7 on beach
like you riding on first class to reach heaven
close enough to see the gates open
waterfront, you gon’ wonder if the lakes open
bout the knees have you bend over
chanel samples being sent over
shit, i swear she was goin’ for me
right, just keep it tight and keep it warm for me

[hook]

[verse 3: curren$y]
i could never go broke with my name ???
i’m a brand, i’m a man that became rich
new car, new crib, but i ain’t a switch
the same old niggas i been with
got this loot together sayin’ ones gon spend it
circle of winners baby girl, ???
no iphone pictures, you gotta live off memory
pop the hood i show you the engine
roll through my old hood, put you up on my history
smoke joints with my niggas,and cash stunts on them bum ass niggas i don’t deal with
with a ???, ???
but they can’t reach us
we in the god ceilings, cathedral-style homes
rosaries in my rolls royce, god put me on
rollin’ somethin’ choice, lighten up, ???
she never won’ come down, i promise or she won’t

[hook]

Styles P - Gripping Over Here Ft. French Montana & Pusha T Lyrics

Styles P - Gripping Over Here Ft. French Montana & Pusha T Lyrics:

[Intro]
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money
Gotta notice
Word

[Verse 1]
Probly backin’ up at motorway
All hoopty but we just put the motor in
It’s the whip, them niggas yelling y’all away
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don’t sip the liquor, I take a go
Fuckin’ with a nigga, that’s strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged but now his face is all wrong
I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, closets, taking bullets home
On the phone with the chit (word) crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it’s money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
Fuck the funny money niggas, I get strayed up

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 2]
Got a line of the dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy’s from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on ‘er like I’m walkin’ with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain’t for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger’s getting pulled
Thinkin’ that it’s thrilla when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the ’95 chug
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Death on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin’ on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wet nigga
The king’s stuntin’ on these peasant niggas

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 3]
It’s like bringin’ ‘round the Rosay
Hand on the bottle, sit back and get cozy
Still killin’ that white bitch OJ
Knockin’ home comin’ from Kanye, Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you’re fuckin’ with the dope
Catch me in LA fuckin’ with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
Wut?

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

Kanye West - New God Flow Ft Pusha T Lyrics

Pusha T & Kanye West - New God Flow Lyrics:

[Kanye West]
Now hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man
But these Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the new God flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings
Uh, cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin’
God damn, we made it here from nothing
Picture worth your whole life, and it can’t cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I’m from the 312, where cops don’t come through, and dreams don’t come through
Like where did God go, in his Murcielago
Went from working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
Even got enough to get his mama a condo
People came shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you feel you Sunday service
I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane
Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame
And went to Jacob’s and made the new Jesus Chains
In Jesus name, let the choir say
I’m on fire ayy, that’s what Richard Pryor Say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’

Chester French - Next Big Thing ft. Pusha T & Pharrell Lyrics

Chester French - Next Big Thing ft. Pusha T & Pharrell Lyrics:

It's the next big thing
It's the next big thing
We were right, at you service were alive
Bet you didn't know, you require us to try
Oh oh oh oh 
We are the newly devil, we keep looking clever
Oh oh oh oh
Bet you can't be the next forever.
It's the next big thing
It's the next big thing
You're distracted, so distracted by the noise around
We're addective all the perjury in your mind are bound
Oh oh oh oh 
We are the world's greatest, you will love to date us
Oh oh oh oh
Bet you can't be the next forever.

You see them bright lights, you see the camera flashing
My life is slow motion
The world is screaming action,
Them drivers waitin' on me,
Them bitches clonin' at me,
My ex-es hatin' on me
I make them so unhappy,

Changing phone numbers, all my pass codes
Lot a pass halls, lot of.. acting ass holes,
Can't really say I blame them,
I hear this name ring,
They wish they see me coming
I am the next bigest thing.

Oh oh oh oh 
We are the newly devil, we keep looking clever
Oh oh oh oh
Bet you can't be the next forever.
It's the next big thing
It's the next big thing.

Two in the morning, got our sunglasses on
That's the only thing we aford.. plus a bonus 
You live in the southern city..
That's why I got a picture of the tities in my ...
We talk about politics and who we think it would be hard to kiss
Which are about your moves, and transform you into the ...
And then ask them to take a picture of my darth vader helmet 
It's the next big thing.

Pusha T - Exodus 23:1 Lyrics (Drake, Lil wayne & YMCMB Diss)

Pusha T - Exodus 23:1 Lyrics (Drake, Lil wayne & YMCMB Diss):

[hook: pusha t]
beef is best served like steak
well done get a gun in your face, bitch nigga
beef will have you praying to god
move your kids have you hiding your mom
beef is when you hide behind them other niggas
but they ain’t killers they ain’t pullin them triggers, fuck niggas
beef will have you keying our cars
heartbroke yours don’t look like ours

them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
taking half of everything you get

them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

[verse 1: pusha t]
contract all fucked up
i guess that means you all fucked up
you signed to one nigga that signed to another nigga that’s signed to three niggas
now that’s bad luck
damn that shit even the odds now
you better off selling this hard now
you call it living out your dreams
you can’t fly without your wings
you get it
jeremy scott’s are camouflaged
you can’t hide it from yourselves career sabotaged
i was really in that travel lodge
you just lying through your catalogs
where the blood and the battle scars?
we the ones that judge juggling the gavels on
put me to the body
first 48 put us to them bodies
round here we don’t play that
a to the k that, spray that, lay back
you can keep your beats, nigga
we’d much rather share your bitch, nigga, bitch nigga
3 million can’t hide that
it shows in the homes i done tried that
that’s why you’ll never be my neighbors
smile as you waving but we know you niggas hate us
fuck you playing games for?
don’t be scared get everything you came for
they got you talking that big shit
little do you know we don’t miss shit
them niggas using you as a pawn
you see they never loaded they guns
now you out here by yourself
ask steve jobs’ wealth don’t buy health

[hook]

them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

[pusha t]
throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
taking half of everything you get

them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

[outro: notorious b.i.g.]
what’s beef? beef is when you need 2 gats to go to sleep
beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
beef is when i see you
guaranteed to be in icu, one more time
what’s beef? beef is when you need 2 gats to go to sleep
beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
beef is when i see you
guaranteed to be in icu, one more time.

Kanye West - I Don’t Like (Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T) Lyrics

Kanye West - I Don’t Like (Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T) Lyrics:

[Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, ya’ll niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
Yo shit, make believe
Rappin’ ’bout my own life
Real names, kill things
That’s that shit I won’t write
Cause my niggas still sellin’ dope
Like they aint on they third strikes
That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga
The powers in my hair nigga
I give the beat the chair nigga
Soho or Tribeca
3 hoes, trifecta
Dope money, coke money
Hublot, my watch better
My pens better, you don’t write
Trendsetter you clone like
Pay homage or K’s vomit?
Ungrateful niggas I don’t like

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)

[Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound, that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They wanna find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only outta spite
But I’ll never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that pussy so deep I coulda drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetari’ with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They aint about that life, they aint about that life
We hanging out the window, it’s ’bout to be a Suge Knight
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L.E.P, J Boogie right
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi right
Right?

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci that’s the shit I don’t like
Smoking on this dope higher than a kite
This bitch gon love me now, she gon let me pipe
Screamin’ Sosa, thats the nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s that shit they don’t like
I got tatts up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I splash on a bunch of clothes cause I’m living life
I come up on the scene and I’m still alight
Bitch, I’m high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch, I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE we just gon’ cite?

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
We are not one and the same
Nigga, I’m fucking insane
Fuck is you sayin’
Yo’ ass been doing the same
Shit, now do what you sayin’
Dang, I tell ya old bitch, she was fucking a lame
Turn one hoe to a train
Bloaw, Blang, my niggas holding that pain
I just hope you’ve been praying
Bang bang, riding for my niggas and that’s for life
High class, I’m just surrounded by these low lifes
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I aint going back to my old life
I promise

[Hook]

[Jadakiss]
I done sold purp’, I done sold white
Running out of work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believed in ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckas!

[Hook]

T.I. - I'll Show You Ft. Pusha T Lyrics

T.I. - I'll Show You Ft. Pusha T Lyrics:

[Verse 1: T.I.]
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin’ in the Bently
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin’ it for my dog, (?) wit so case pending (?)
And my folk behind the (?) waterboard city (?), keep it pimpin’
Tell them hatin’ ass law, bitch I’m ball so come get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn’t need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I’m so fucked up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid competent
Competition evidently don’t know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I’m serious
I’m seriously poppin’, I will be the reason why it’s hot in here
Material you droppin’ better push that back, that can’t come out this year
I got this here, can’t stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here
I’m ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay niggas no concern, ain’t no DiGornio, I’m deliverin’
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution, I’m demandin’ retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin’ with me, they want my neck in a noose
Cause they see a niggas influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin’ doin’ brah, congratulations you a bus’ (?)
A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join
Don’t listen to the gossip or cut, them niggas annoyin’
They speak what I know and think it’s over for them (?)
Bow back, ya boy got fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
Niggas stay talkin’ all that ca ca
No mucho deniro, no habla
About my dollar, G-5, Murcielaga(?)
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got ‘em

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I’ll show niggas better than Tell niggas
Paint over discussions ’bout Push, I never fail niggas
How I’m back Jack, listen, what the hell niggas?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas
Can’t see me, Book of Eli, it’s in Braille niggas
I’m on track to be the best, I want Derrelle niggas
I bend balls(?) on bitches, I unveil(?) nigga
OfficiallyIce, don’t at ‘em, show and tell nigga
Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can’t touch him
Ride around AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that’s cool
I’m at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin’ is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean’d that fish scale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
GOOD Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us

Pusha T - Sweet Freestyle Lyrics (Drake Diss)

Pusha T - Sweet Freestyle Lyrics (Drake Diss):

Get my chain, get my chain
This GOOD music
You sweet to me: Diabetes, Peace treaties
Breakfast of champions, they need Wheaties
Carrying the torch, the Olympic 4 rings
I’m a javelin throw from the crowning of the king
I hear ‘em whisper like a hummingbird sings
Of all the trust issues that a hundred birds bring
Now the wolves out hunting for your bling
As you preyin’ on the bitches with the lowest self-esteem
It’s a common running theme
Victim or vice Lord, disciple or black stone
What you looked at Christ for?
We in the last days, fire or the ice storm
Wear it in my chain as a symbol of a crime lord
Lets be honest, the cards on the table
Jealousy’s a sin, Cain killed Abel
Backstabber, Ceasar had Brutus
It’s hard to weed ‘em out
Even Jesus had Judas
Gone

Pusha T - Ooh Lyrics (ft. Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy Beats & Liva Don)

Pusha T - Ooh Lyrics (ft. Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy Beats & Liva Don):

[Verse One - Hodgy Beats]
Prometh flow for the slow sippers
And if you on your paper chasing, I’ma roll with ya
About an onion, it odors a bag of Funyuns
Bitches packaging dozens, fuck ‘em until they malfunction
I laugh my ass off, taking shots like a gunman
I don’t hunt game, muthafucker, I hunt men
Take ‘em to the back of my pick-up truck to rot them
Kill a f-ckin’ superhero, I watch the Watchmen
I’m a super-negro, my watch the rocks in
My Glock that’s cocked, loaded, and ready to lock in
Who’s sending niggas to the dirt? Ostriches
Captain holding them captive fucking hostages
Create carnage from cartridges, eating the heart of pigs
To murder, homicide’s a part to live with that
Grab your Teflon, ammunition, and your gat
Unless you wanna get shitted on like porn scat

[Hook- Pusha T]
Oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh, you ain’t sayin’ nada
Guns drawn, niggas scream, opera
38 snub or the chopper
Middle finger goes to the coppers
You better hope the Lord is your doctor
Like, oooh

[Verse 2 – Pusha T and (Liva Don)]
Hey Hodgy, hey Tyler, don’t mind us
(We kill ‘em all, 50 shots, fuck kindness
In all black Versace dressed in the finest)
We sell it all, even the drugs are designers
Gangsta bitches, Red Monkeys for the ecstasy
(Fuck it, take ‘em all, overdose the recipe
Let them hoes show they true colors) crew lovers
Passed around like a cold (It’s a zoo of us)
Two brothers, add two others just the news of it
Make the net crash, the ultimate “Who done it?”
(And who knew Sarah Palin with the sniff type daughter knocked up
But she was knocking down Glen Rice)
Been nice since the Wolf Gang was baby pups
(Golf Wang full grown, now they crazy fucks)
Add two dope boys known for taping up
(Kick in the door, now the world ain’t safe enough)

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Tyler the Creator]
Spit bars, this hard, teen sixteen bars
I’m fucking the game when its vagina got my dick scarred
Um, sure it’s ‘Preme button up floral
Stack of money, dark shades, looking like a fucking tourist
Or it’s the Tourettes that my fucking neck have
I’m like a average nigga in the 20’s of the 18’s
And I’m not even 20, dropped a classic at my 18
A crazy motherfucker, maybe I should be my stepdad (Come here son)
The wolves finally reconcile
At Interscope office with a bunch of fucking pedophiles
While mouth watering, this shit is sick and fucking vile
Trying to fuck my destiny, they couldn’t find another child
Child

Pusha T - Tony Montana (Freestyle) Lyrics

Pusha T  Tony Montana (Freestyle) official video.

Pusha T - Tony Montana (Freestyle) Lyrics:

tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the … don’t loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice …
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana

started with 28 grams and a hammer
bitch look at me now, tony montana
gave me 2 options, hell or the slammer
they forgot the third, i’m on top, antenna
winter time, bags at the mall, bad santa
…plaza… atlanta
twinkle toe, louis vuitton, hoes love glamour
black and white diamonds in the chain, that’s panda
good music calendar, death jam planner
now everybody fans, in the fields got cameras
of white top on the coup like dandruff
turning k’s over white girls…
… that’s standard,
he asked to get … 20 more, that’s random
see the signs, cut the nigger short, that’s cancer
kill them and kiss his mama chick, that’s manners

tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
check about my ears
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
alright cut the … don’t loose it
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana
you leave me to choice …
tony montana, tony montana, tony montana, tony montana.

Pusha T - Changing of the Guards ft Diddy Lyrics

Pusha T - Changing of the Guards ft Diddy Lyrics:

[Diddy]
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
These niggas head’s is too light
Put the Fear of God in these niggas Pusha

[Pusha T]
Its like the changing of the guards
We changing out the frauds
Gave these lions heart like my name ended in oz
Long time coming, Sam Cooking up these bars
Still Eddy Caning see the fiends sunk in jaws
Pusha ton, pledge allegiance to the raw
No dope dealer that escape without a scar
Im Buddy Lee so lucky me, see I’m home
Wish I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone
Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm
Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home
So as I embark, this where the begin start
I write my own happy ending, nigga pen sharp
My life’s a Kodak moment, I need a frame for it
The Penthouse’s bed needs a crane for it.
Im fuckin on it, exotic bitch out the rainforest
So many bitches its a blur, I take the blame for it
God in heaven knows what I feel inside
Responsible for all this inner-city genocide
I’ll be damned if I lay ? camp is villify
As I up lift this arch for them ceiling high
I can identify with your one death
We lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath
Outsiders looking in like using one ref
My zip cam point of view to you is one step
Closer to clarity, not a parody
How cocaine single handedly carried me
Escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly
They kick dirt up on my name until they bury me
I just shake it off, then I shake a leg
A lot of time to make up is what Jacob said
The fans fell for your act, I tell you break a leg
Then guns shots going off that’ll awake the dead
PUSH!

Pusha T - What Dreams Are Made Of Lyrics

Pusha T - What Dreams Are Made Of Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
To all hustla’s with the same interest
Bow your heads as the Lord’s mention
Prayer service held in the kitchen
I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen
I’m what dreams are made of
Cocaine Ronald gave us
Then Nancy tried to save us
By that time we had Motorola pagers
Now we push button start motors
Yacht owners, you small ballin, that’s pot water
Menage a trois’ in the bath house
Blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth
You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out
You open doors, I open jaws and pass out
Luxury is just my lifestyle
I’m Scott free with a million dollar bright smile

[Chorus]
You niggas gettin’ money, I never hear about it
The bricks fell, I skip jail, live to tell about it
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of
Sell that p-ssy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
Look at ya purse you need the help, you can’t deny it baby
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Louboutins under sweats
A hundred just landed on responding to a text
Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed
When these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
Hip Hop bores me, hustla’s applaud me
Too much school boy, not enough rude boy
Nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
And it aint even half of my safe, tuck like Jew boy
Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
It says kilometres all on my speedometer
Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
I got the fever, I never took a breather
Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
Like Mike Vick chased by Peta
More Pony hairs, more Zebras
More pythons, more lizards

[Chorus]

Pusha T - I’ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics

Pusha T - I’ma Boss Freestyle Lyrics:

I earned my name just like Marlo
Gripped everywhere at a Flex car show
I declare war, letting all you rappers know
Red light, yellow light, green light, go
Chequered flag shit, matching bag shit
Monaco Grand Prix, snap back backwards
Don C joint with the python accents
The bitch still hissing, snake charmers magic
Some shit dont change, ya life aint like mine
Missin’ dope money sends chills up my spine
Closed the motorised blinds, got a seal and a stamp
B.O. double S’s, that Camaro aint mine that Phantom’s double breasted
Got me feeling like Hov in that bubble Lexus
Back when Dame dropped the duffle off with the records

N.O.R.E. - Scared Money Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T & Meek Mill)

N.O.R.E. - Scared Money Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T & Meek Mill):

Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
I’ma take your money

I’m on my door side feeling shit
Side side perios that boy in this back
And that boy aint’ serious
You chicks get me head on that period
Make em run ..they little ..
Scared money down make enough
You wanna go to war you don’t make enough
Have my niggas in the crib when you’re waking up
You know what this is, right?
get me head it that

Then i wonder type of beat so they wanna ..
No ..shooter i don’t miss my talking
And fucking i’ma rider mad the stripe tight so i’m busting all the ..
Nobody dies a virgin like fuck this all
I was born poor but what raised the ball
I’m a grown man pay my own bills
..money i pay my own thrill

Hook:
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
If i ever go blow i’ma take your money
Scared money don’t make o money
They aint’ never gonna grow
Scared money don’t make o money
As long as the ..out here (Scared money don’t make o money)
We’re gonna be fine
I’ma take your money, yeah

Scared money don’t make none
You aint’ really got that ass where you came from
Go fire with the brick made a dollar off the strip
..German engineer with my ..drums
Used to gamble with three dice
456 dreams stead up the green nights
With roll that .. from the poll ice
Thank God for the six beat ..bad bitches we good
..and mislead, sell it on nigga then we ball nigga
If we scared then you better get a gall nigga
Pay the .. and we plan .. if you get what you earn we belong in em

Hook:
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
If i ever go blow i’ma take your money
Scared money don’t make o money
Scared money don’t make o money
If i ever go blow i’ma take your money

If i ever go blow i’ma take your money
Have my niggas ..snitch and radio honey
Gonna shoot your .. go money block
Set it got that work is bring em pace ..
As a young i used to look out
Now we’re in the kitchen with peaches having the cook out
Niggas can’t took it, niggas can’t took out
Used to ..when i pull out
Maserati, .. big ..team killers, long clips big toasters
Fuck the ..they buck ti round, get chofer nice cash
You’re talking .. big ..

[Hook:]