Pusha T - Don't F-ck With Me Lyrics

Pusha T - Don't F-ck With Me Lyrics

The nerve of you, he’ll sit and clip at your lines like he ain’t heard of you…
I seen it happen before, that man will murder you.
The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in but the whole while clonin’
The elephant’s in the room, the bitch glowin’.
Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn-in
She walk like its hers but the whole world knowin’.

Told n—as it’s the new god flow
It’s that new testament and that old god* knows
And you new n—as don’t get to pass GO
I’ll monopolize boardwalk empire flow
So don’t mention me in the same breath, I’m Genghis
Just venting I never wish to be famous
Truth told I’d much rather be strangers
Before it leads to me turnin’ niggas to angels
Local niggas hatin’ but I can’t blame ‘em
Cleared the road to the riches but I can’t pave ‘em
Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn’t save ‘em
Better chance with a snowball hittin’ Satan

Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
Now I’m back to the future, my career deja-vu you
when you muthaf–kers thought I would barely survive

Rappers on their sophomores, actin’ like they boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for sure when niggas start believing all those encores
I’m just the one to send you off, bonjour
See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint
Skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince
Chappelle Show, all of your Neal Brennans
Sketch comedy, who is for real penning?
The talk don’t match the leather
The swag don’t match the sweaters
And wolves don’t walk with shepherds
These Margiela verses all of you mall dwellers
Off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers
Coffins for my old bitches’ orphans
Daddy’s MIA like a dolphin
Play the Fendi bucket like a sharks fin
Cool J-ing on you bitches but I’m dark-skinned
We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by At the US Open, there’s much more to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene

Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys
Now I’m back to the future, my career deja-vu you
when you muthaf–kers thought I would hardly survive

Push…no shots….but nothing goes unseen.

Pusha T Ft. Kanye West, Young Jeezy - Amen Lyrics

Pusha T Ft. Kanye West, Young Jeezy - Amen Lyrics

Amen (repeated)

[Kanye West - Verse 1]
You like that don’t ya. I wrote it myself by the way
And I don’t mean to be selfish
But I picture myself gettin’ paid
And you might get pneumonia
Cause I came in on an elf on a sleigh?
Uh, me and Pusha back on it
Now everybody help us Pray.

Lord forgive my sins and all my friends
Dollars make sense, I’m tryna get paid

[Pusha T]
Tryna get saved (too late)
Time to get paid
Got a gun and a stocking mask
Niggas thought I was tryna get waves
I’mma let all ya’ll niggas pray for it
My young niggas knocking off a K for it
Sold my soul on the back end
Only f-cking way I’mma pay for it
Front that shit, you put a flame on
My niggas locked in a cage for
They keep telling me to go hard
Number one spot you was made for
Yeah, I made more
Front of the grill, got a racehorse
California Crayola ring
Glow In The Dark like a ‘Ye tour
F-ck niggas steppin’ in my lane for
Not knowing that it’s a landmine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
Solitaires, diamond studs like chandeliers I’ma flood
Black Jesus piece like it’s dipped in mud
Fashion God’s, notice mine
Rollarball spikes I’m Pokemon
Paris shit, Louboutin
Under bright lights where do you belong

[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

[Kanye West]
Amen, how many people do you know hatin’?
On your downfall sitting their waitin’
When you shine, wonder what they gonna say then
Everything I do now stadium’s
Tell me what they really gon’ say to him
And I’m headed straight to the ATM
Finna go HAM, finna go in
Nigga you get it when pigs fly, when Yeezy fake
Devil’s pie, piece of cake
Kit-Kat I need a break
God’s child, Jesus Christ
Club like a broken neck, I need the ice
I need the lights
In Egypt they fightin’ for freedom
Cop pull you over no reason, beat him

[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

[Young Jeezy]
I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen ‘em come two tone like a saleen (saleen)
Saleen, Yeah that’s a Mustang
Break ‘em down in the night, thats what I call hustlin’
They say they on they dumb shit, but this is ignorance
Come to warn the timepiece, now thats ignorance
Young, you a fool, I coulda bought some real estate
Instead I bought a half a block, I tried to sew up half the streets
I’m on, 75-75, going for the 25
Guess who’s pickin’ up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraodinary pay
Extraordinary risk
Can’t even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
I talk it cause I lived it man, this shit aint really nuttin’ to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony: “dont you f-ck with me”

[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See they flossin’, roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

Pusha T Ft. Tyler, The Creator - Trouble On My Mind Lyrics

Pusha T Ft. Tyler, The Creator - Trouble On My Mind Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
It’s the blackout, ‘rari got the back out
Showing my black ass, engine in the glass house
Started in the crack house, Obama went the back route
Kill bin Laden, ‘nother four up in the black house
Still got the Macs out, pull the mask down like a mascot
Still trick with bitches, out with money or with ass shots
G.O.O.D. had room for one more, I took the last spot
Re-Up Gang, P the nigga, ‘Ye done hit the jackpot
Whole ‘nother level, then you add fame
That’s a whole ‘nother devil, legit drug dealer
That’s a whole ‘nother bezel, the carbon Audemar
That’s a whole ‘nother metal, but still keep it ghetto
Behind the scenes, pull strings like Gepetto
The gun blow steam, whistle like a tea kettle
Runnin’ like the rebels, UNLV
Sport shoe on a pedal, I let you niggas settle

[Hook]
Trouble on my mind
I got trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind
So much trouble on my mind

[Verse 2: Tyler]
Pharrell said “get ‘em”, so I got ‘em
Tripped on Bristol Palin then I accidentally shot ‘em
Then it ricocheted and killed the game, I’m a problem
Cause I wanna fuck the world but not a fan of using condoms
Pardon my French, I’m going hard as my dick
When I envision my tip on the crust of bitch lips
Mr. Lipschitz has been trippin’
Since I mentioned Reptar triceratops dinosaur dick
I feel it in my gut to kill these muthafucks
Is a must, like the arm of my pits
You niggas coming shorter than a Bushwick Billy costume
On sale during Christmas in Philly
Um, well, not really, it’s getting kinda chilly
Let’s hit a couple bars and give some bitches wet willies
Soaked, getting jiggy with it in Bel-Air’s richest
With a bag of pills, couple berries and a biscuit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tyler]
I’m a fucking walking paradox
And a really shitty rapper in my favorite pair of socks
Ironed pair of dockers, two Glocks cocked screamin’, “West side!”
With the speakers blastin’ a pair of Pacs
Yonkers 10 milli, you’re silly
Thinkin’ that this ‘preme wasn’t free, willy
The feeling is neutral, the gang is youthful
And fuckin’ tighter than Chad Hugo’s pupils, it’s Wolf Gang and the

[Pusha T]
With the Re-Up’s a helluva buzz
Rick James said cocaine’s a helluva drug
Who else could put the hipsters with felons and thugs
And paint a perfect picture of what sellin’ it does?
This is for the critics, who doubted the chemistry
Two different worlds, same symmetry
And this black art, see the wizardry when you at the top
Of your game, you make enemies, you’ll never finish me

[Hook]