Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Untouchable, artist - Pusha T.
Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Untouchable |
Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable |
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |
Untouchable, uncrushable |
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |
Yuugh, I drops every blue moon |
To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube |
I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge |
In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge |
Legend has it, the wrist is magic |
The left is Patek, Philippe’s replaced by Matsuhisa |
Ignore most requests for the feature |
Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza |
While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha |
Can’t you see my Total; |
Pam, Kima, Keisha |
I’m aiming for the moguls, why y’all niggas aiming at the locals? |
And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful |
Still wishing on a star |
The last one to find out that Baby own the cars |
The final trilogy of Jaws |
The grills like, interior gauze |
It feels like, still white |
Matching Missoni looks African on me |
They tryin' pin the trafficking on me like Mano and Tony |
My thoughts spilling over |
The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca |
Yuugh! |
It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox |
Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin' rented |
Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit |
It rides a little better in the cockpit |
Untouchable, uncrushable |
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |
Untouchable, uncrushable |
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |
Mu told me to switch styles |
He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial |
He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce |
Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce |
The president of G.O.O.D. |
Music has been announced |
A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce |
I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count |
Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce |
My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile' fame |
Selling Eminem to him and ‘em |
White to the Blacks I’m a villain in |
The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem |
Let’s talk about it gentlemen |
My barcode is Netflix «Narcos» |
Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m Pablo |
No hablo, I sell blow |
Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho |
Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route |
I could show you the strange fruit |
It’s looking like Beirut |
They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2 |
These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use |
Of every Spanish name I done ran across |
No matter what the weight, I done ran it off |
I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off |
Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push |
Untouchable, uncrushable |
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |
Untouchable, uncrushable |
Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 |