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detroit l-o - what i'm pushing lyrics

[verse: detroit l-o]

pushing out a quarter key of music, that’s the only cure
get a blade & cut it down the middle, making sure its pure
black hoodie moving thru the spot, you don’t know its me
all you gotta do is say yes, ill give you floetry
hopefully, she f-ck me like she said and don’t be hoeing me
or ill grab her friend and shoot my shot like i’m gin0bili
hit lizzo and i make her call me stan oglevee
pay for admission if you n-ggas want a show to see
hopped straight up off the plane, checked into the ritz
keys of the speaker dope, you just selling nicks
sticking hoes like a cactus, so they call me a pr-ck
flipping b-tches, flipping production before i flip the script
i can send yo pay thru reduction for tryna make a diss
by sending fire bars back at you, give yo wife a kiss
sh-t is too e-z, k!lling you like 1-2-3
take that sh-t to tmz, don’t bother to dm me

[hook]

b-tches on me when i hit the door (raw)
n-gga this for real, this ain’t for show (raw)
selling sh-t to make the speakers blow (raw)
and this is what i’m pushing, you can’t get it for the low (raw)

(ishaan)
cadi vogues, couple bows
(that’s what i’m pushing)
doing shows, selling clothes
(that’s what i’m pushing)
cadi vogues, couples bows
(that’s what i’m pushing)
doing shows, selling clothes
(that’s what i’m pushing)

[verse 2: devino pesci]

stocks and bonds, glocks and nines, play monopoly
or get out cause you land in a n-gga property
real estate and females, selling work and retail
we prevail, hot days, nautica, we sell (sail)
got sweat shirts for runts, gym shoes to blunts
we a one stop shop, get you whatever you want
sh-t a catastrophe, ghetto hill, master p
2pac, blasphemy, a verse you sad to see

(ishaan the rit god)

blowing funky skunky, getting higher than a monkey
money shrek green, and the little n-ggas donkeys
i speed right p-ss, and i dash, make the water splash
mean mug a hater, then i laugh while i’m speeding p-ss
still getting franks, you can check my cheese bank
f-ggot -ss n-ggas got some sugar in they tank
pretty chocolate b-tch, had to slice her like some cake
f-ck that thotty to some jeey, we ain’t f-cking to no drake baby

[hook]

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