| Never trust a bitch who finds love in a camera
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| She will fuck you, then turn around and fuck a janitor
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| Set the parameters
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| You either with the pro ballers or the amateurs
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| I won’t let you ruin my dreams or Harvey Weinstein the kid
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| Good mornin', Matt Lauer; |
| can I live?
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| Look at my new digs
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| The rooftop can host a paint-and-sip for like 40
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| The Warhols on my wall paint a war story
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| Had to find other ways to invest
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| 'Cause you rappers found every way to ruin Pateks
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| It’s a nightmare, yeah
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| I’m too rare amongst all of this pink hair, ooh!
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| Still do the Fred Astaire on a brick
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| Tap-tap, throw the phone if you hear it click
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| Art Basel-in' the bezel
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| Your bustdown is bust down and don’t match the metal
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| Lower level’s where you settle at
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| I’m the pot callin' the kettle black
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| Where there’s no brake pedals at
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| Between God and where the Devil’s at
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| Had to double dutch and double back
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| Then hopscotch through where the trouble’s at
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| Exactly what the game’s been missin'
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| This fire burns hot as Hell’s Kitchen
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| Push!
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| Now that’s how the ting go, I’m back from Santo Domingo
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| That’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
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| Now that’s how the ting go, I’m back from Santo Domingo
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| This for the sneaker hoarders and coke snorters
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| 'Cause that’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
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| From Honda Accords to Grammy awards
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| That’s where the kings go
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| I can blow a million dollars into dust
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| Lord knows how many bottles I’ve done bust
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| Still runnin' through the models like I’m Puff (M-M-M—)
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| Confront my problems like I’m Ralo in the bluff
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| Pusha know these politics is paradox
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| Chillin' in a condo full of ready rock
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| My homie amputated but gon' stand for somethin'
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| I’m dyin' to find a way to get a Grammy from it (Maybach Music)
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| Watchin' my success, for some is bittersweet
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| Always keep the sharpshooter’s triggers tweaked
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| Diamonds drippin' on me via Tiffany’s
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| All these K-9 units still sniffin' me
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| Ignorance versus the innocence
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| It’s not the temperature for you in Timberlands
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| I keep the coldest flows on the hot seat (M-M-M—)
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| And you can spot my hoes by their car keys
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| Another episode full of atrocities
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| It’s double M, baby, money monopolies (Maybach Music)
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| You scared to see my face in a fancy place
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| So why debate my case vs. a Nancy Grace?
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| It’s flesh and blood 'til I’m fresh as fuck
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| Still hands-on, sucker, press your luck (M-M—)
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| Your money gone every other month
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| My money long, so the treasure’s tucked
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| Now that’s how the ting go, I’m back from Santo Domingo
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| That’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
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| Now that’s how the ting go, back from Santo Domingo
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| 'Cause that’s where the kings go, down in Santo Domingo
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| That’s where the kings go |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Piano, artist - Pusha T. Album song DAYTONA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп