Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Drug Dealers Anonymous , by - Pusha T. Release date: 20.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drug Dealers Anonymous |
| Valentino summers and wave runners |
| Chains on my niggas like slave runners |
| Drug dealers anonymous |
| How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit? |
| My brick talk is more than obvious, it’s ominous |
| Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins |
| Blonde mohawk the collection I’m Dennis Rodman |
| The money count is the only moment of silence |
| Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence |
| Hat trick under my mattress |
| Date I stop still has an asterisk after it |
| After all I can make a call |
| I can baptize a brick |
| As I wash away my sins like a catholic |
| Who the fuck ain’t mastered this |
| America’s nightmare’s in Flint |
| Children of a lesser God when your melanin’s got a tint |
| And I can’t even mention what I sent or what I spent |
| 'Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence |
| I put my boos in those cruise collections |
| Life’s a bitch |
| A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick |
| Paid in full like '86, Gs on my body |
| The new Gucci has less monograms, God’s got him |
| Let he without sin cast the first stone |
| So I built that all glass quad level first home |
| Shatter all of your misconceptions |
| Hold all of them missing weapons |
| You thought I would miss my blessing |
| The ultimate misdirection ya |
| Your husband was a drug dealer |
| For 14 years he sold crack cocaine |
| Federico Fellini in the flesh |
| Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh |
| Bitch I been brackin' since the ‘80s |
| Google me baby, you crazy |
| '89 in London pull the Benz up |
| Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh |
| 14-year drug dealer and still counting |
| Who deserves the medal of freedom is my accountant |
| He been hula hooping through loop holes, working around shit |
| IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded |
| Thanks to the lawyers |
| I marbled the foyer |
| I tore the floor up |
| Yeah, that’s for the Koi fish |
| We been dining on oysters |
| I walk though the garage it’s like multiple choices |
| I told ‘em pull the Royce up |
| I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises |
| I think it’s the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche |
| We got storefronts, we got employee stubs |
| We been opening studios and 40/40s up |
| The paper trail is gorgeous |
| Cases we buries ‘em |
| Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung |
| Bling bling |
| Every time I come around your city bling bling |
| My tenure took me through Virginia |
| Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me |
| Ask the Federalis ‘bout me |
| Tried to build a cell around me |
| Snatched my nigga Emory up |
| Tried to get him to tell about me |
| He told 12, «Gimme 12» |
| He told them to go to hell about me |
| Drug dealers anonymous |
| Y’all think Uber’s the future, our cars been autonomous |
| Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots |
| We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs |
| I’m a course of miracles with this shit |
| Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists |
| Therein lies the piece of God |
| I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn’t find a decent job |
| Life made me ambidextrous |
| Countin' with my right, whippin' white with my left wrist |
| Daaaaaaaamn Daniel |
| FBI keep bringing them all white vans through |