| Used to call me Push ‘cause I pushed by the quarter
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| Used to push keys ‘til the D’s pushed harder
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| Push «start» — push buttons, start the car up
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| Push me, push your wig back like barbers
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| Off with your toupee, I boss hog like two lanes
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| Fuck red dots but my bullets come in Blu-ray
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| Pussy-ass niggas and they sweet like Kool-Aid
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| Married to the game, tell them niggas catch the bouquet
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| Don’t fuck with hoes, sometimes I’d rather beat off
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| My kicks so fire, burn the skin up on my feet off
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| Tell ‘em turn the heat down, they tell me my mink off
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| She’s so abusive, the boy she wanna skeet off
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| Fancy, fancy, met her on Delancey
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| Poon poon so good I eat her through her panties
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| Every Jamaican bitch always trippin' off of Xanny
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| Wants low, so I give her gold like Santi
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| Bapes on my feet make the cypher complete
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| Margielas by the week, say my style is unique
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| Picking bitches by their teeth, for my bitches be heat
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| Put the pussy on lock, Saruman and my sheep
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| Cuttin' niggas with my lines like a barber with Zekes
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| Burnin' niggas with my rhymes, let the arsenal speak
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| I’m tryna have a Nicki Minaj every week
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| And fuck makin' her cum, I’mma fuck her ‘til she pee
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| And if she was a midget, I would fuck her on my knees
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| ‘Cause that ass fat, I will fuck her ‘til she sleep
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| It’s Trap Lord Sunday every day of the week
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| A-S-A-P ‘til I D-I-E, ma’fucka |