Pusha T - Give 'Em Hell lyrics

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Pusha T - Give 'Em Hell lyrics

[Verse 1 - Wink Loc] Pistols and c**aine Hubloted off that dope, mane Pockets full of ghosts off that dope game ?, dope chain, dope lane Made a half a mil off that green thing Sticky icky, wrap 'em up and ship 'em out $2,000 sweatsuits when I'm steppin' out Say I'm talkin' money, but I'm livin' life Like it's my last breath every single night Violate the team, watch how n***as ride 90 for the Rollie, what I care 'bout time Presidential faces, watch me stack 'em up Put 'em in rubber bands when we count 'em up Money, money, money, that's all n***as know Posin' with your b**h, I do it all for show One five told me chill, but I couldn't though Big bad Crip, I'm unstoppable Wink lookin' king, push the best of both worlds Gangbangin' dope boy, quick to f** your girl Pop a molly, pop a perc Yeah, that's for the hipsters Blue steel on my waist, it'll have you twitchin' 550 dreamin', panorama on the roof Foreign coupe, foreign b**h, gettin' head like whoo Your big dreams, I'm just livin' it I'm front row, you just witnessin' [Hook - Ra Diggs] I'm loved by few, respected by all Hated by many, but none stand tall You better ride with me, homie A n***a ride thick I'm with the big homies of the Bloods and the Crips Headshots, red dot, d**h to all my enemies d**h to everybody tryin' to stop me in the industry I got the hate that the jail cells make I'mma give these n***as hell, long as me and God straight [Verse 2 - Pusha T] Keep the hundreds, throw the fives in the fireplace They say the skin on blowfish is an acquired taste I know it's raw when they pupils start to dilate Flake Griffin, LA clippin' as I dominate The home is one point somethin' like it's diamond weight See, I ain't have sh** Now I overcompensate I don't talk name brands, I talk numbers Hundred dollar tank tops all summer Dune buggy S550s all summer Droppin' b**hes off, screaming f** your n***a Beach chair and boat shoes, I relax on 'em You know I bes with you honey, like it's wax on 'em We up in customs, all these racks on him International baller, ain't no tax on him Yuugh, it's King Push here with Wink Loc That means it's 1000 grams or it's gun smoke [Hook]

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