Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep Dealing , by - Pusha T. Release date: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep Dealing |
| They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol |
| A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all |
| Now crawl for him |
| My sophomore jinx is more minks |
| But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers |
| You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends |
| If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga |
| Woo! |
| 80,000 on this watch niggas |
| Yuugh! |
| And I ain’t never had to watch nigga |
| Rich or wealthy, pick your poison |
| I think I paid for one too many abortions |
| Another Celine, it’s like a routine |
| It’s like ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans |
| Her new body’s in my new body |
| Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby |
| Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million |
| Luckily was somethin' in the ceiling, keep dealin |
| Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though |
| When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole |
| The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO |
| The last cocaine superhero |
| I got the cape on, to cover kilos |
| The villain wins, the evolution of Nino |
| Goddamn Batman holy toledo |
| Nah, you ain’t talkin' to me though |
| The Robb Report of the snort |
| Kings hold court |
| Lawyers get bought |
| Palms get greased when them cases get fought |
| No felony what the fuck is you tellin' me |
| Reduced to simple assault |
| It cost to keep it hush-hush |
| It was just us |
| Ended up sellin' my Bat Mobile |
| The crash don’t kill |
| It’s how you survives it |
| Rebound on niggas, I nine live’d it |
| Couldn’t miss a Super Bowl or a Cancun |
| Bitches ain’t respecting niggas not in full bloom |
| So the neck is full moon |
| I’m living a lie, she live for this life |
| And loving the Alaia pumps |
| Loving the rush, I’m living «The Wire» Uh |
| Drugs and this rap is really «Empire» |
| Rich nigga shit, how I lost my second million |
| Luckily was somethin' in the ceiling, keep dealin ya |
| Talk numbers, but never talk ‘em to me though |
| When you’re the link to what fits in the keyhole |
| The realest nigga to marathon on the RICO |
| The last cocaine superhero |
| I got the cape on, to cover kilos |
| The villain wins, the evolution of Nino |
| Goddamn Batman holy toledo |
| Nah, you ain’t talkin' to me though |
| Ten toes deep in the trap, nigga I’m good here |
| Feelin' like Tony reading words on the Goodyear |
| Big said, «Only the FEDs I should fear» |
| So no threat, be on your steps with the whole hood there |
| Yeah, shoot up shit then we blow the scene |
| Kerosene in a 20 ounce Poland Spring |
| Nothing to lose attitude like Ron from Arizona |
| It’s homicide when I slide up on ya |
| Reporting live from the project benches |
| Hella caine, dope in cellophane, dirty syringes |
| Heron zombies street-walking on three-week binges |
| Clientele look like the «Thriller» vid in 3D lenses |
| COD, niggas never had to front me jawns |
| I’m weighing bricks on the scale they put the lunch meat on |
| I’m Nino Brown in the projects |
| Yes, Curtis Jackson in his pyrex |
| Get rich or die tryin' is my mindset |
| And spend it all until I’m swallowing dirt |
| Cause I ain’t never see a Brinks truck follow a hearse |
| I ain’t never see a dead man taking the stand |
| I ain’t never see a nigga swallow a bullet |
| And live to talk about it |
| 'Bout that bread, I drop a coffin 'bout it |
| You watched me go through hell, now watch me walk up out it |
| Nigga shit, that’s how I lost three million |
| Luckily was somethin' in the ceiling, keep dealin ya |