| I see you supplying the strip
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| I’m supplyin' the hits
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| These niggas been fiendin' for this shit
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| Push!
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| In one short year, I’ve turned dreams to nightmares (Hah)
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| Let the gods of the game know I’m right here (Bangladesh)
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| To you new muthafuckas, Buzz Lightyears
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| Ahead of y’all, so be careful on that tightrope (Yeahh)
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| I inspire all the rappers that you might quote (What?)
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| Lookin' down on you niggas like white folks (Haha)
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| You’re entitled to believe all your high hopes (Uh huh)
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| When you can fool anybody with the right hoax (Who run it?)
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| Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em
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| With no pillow, you just sellin' a dream to 'em (Wake up, niggas)
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| Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em (Blap)
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| I just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'? |
| (Hahaha)
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| I just wanna flip it (Hah)
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| I just wanna sell it (Hah)
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| I just wanna flip it (Hah)
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| I just wanna sell it (Yeahh)
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| I just wanna flip it (Yeahh)
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| I just wanna sell it (Yeahhh)
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| It’s so obvious in my clothes you could smell it
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| Take a glimpse of my life as I walk through it (My jeans is heavy)
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| Powder everywhere, like I drug the chalk through it (Forty racks in my pocket)
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| Catty-corner penthouse as I park-view it (We scatter big boy rise, nigga)
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| Hit the jackpot; |
| bulls-eye, dart through it
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| Music; |
| I talk through it, it’s an art to it (Tell your bitch to come in)
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| Let the critics praise, let the charts do it
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| As I burn through this money, no thought to it (What'chu lookin' at?)
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| 80 cents could save a child, but I ain’t opt to it
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| I just shop through it; |
| cook and chop to it
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| Move Heavy D (Dope boy shit); |
| I should wop to it
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| We got our own thing; |
| drop the top to it (Wooo)
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| This is block music; |
| Waka Flock to it (Push)
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| I just wanna flip it
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| I just wanna sell it (Yeahh)
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| I just wanna flip it (Flip it)
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| I just wanna sell it (Sell it)
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| I just wanna flip it
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| I just wanna sell it
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| It’s so obvious in my clothes you could smell it
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| I’m so raw, runnin' from the law
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| A nigga got rich from what you snort through a straw (We supply the block)
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| Here to raise the bar; |
| chain, no flaws
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| Say it’s whiplash when I let my neck thaw
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| In that two-door, no rims on the car
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| The hate is so thick, you can cut it with a saw
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| See what I saw, the best gettin' better (Dope man, dope man)
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| Look, but can’t touch; |
| I’m a muthafuckin' leper
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| Q-dog steppa, Stomp The Yard better
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| K-I-L; |
| I’m just waiting on a letter
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| Oh, there it is; |
| let the triple beam measure
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| Re-Up is the gang and we bettin' whatever (Yeahhh)
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| I just wanna flip it (Push)
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| I just wanna sell it
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| I just wanna flip it (Hah)
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| I just wanna sell it (Hah)
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| I just wanna flip it (Yeahh)
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| I just wanna sell it (What?)
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| It’s so obvious in my clothes you could smell it
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| Push, you need a hit, nigga, come see me
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| Bangladesh
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| Dope man, dope man
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| Pusha T
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| Gotta |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Obvious , by - Pusha T. Song from the album Fear Of God II: Let Us Pray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп