a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

pusha t - luminescent lyrics

[intro: belly]
huh, this some real pimp sh-t right here
huh, i’m putting baby powder in my palm right now

[chorus: belly]
luminescent, i bet that p-ssy glow flourescent (i know it do)
i bet all your exes learnt their lesson (i know they did)
you count your money, not your blessings

[verse 1: belly]
look, got a hunnid
i had to run it like i’m usain bolt
dropped the package from the plane
and watched the whole thing float
this that dope game daddy, can’t rope chain flow
two rows, diamonds dancing like a soul train hoe
look, i really seen the energy switch (look)
i feel the envy and the jealousy mix
they said i’d never be sh-t
i throw up money, make my enemies sick
big crib, more v’s than november the 5th, huh
i really can’t remember these b-tches
i’m having memory glitches
i’m like “send me a pic,” huh
all you got for me was some hennessy d-ck, hol’up
oh, i think i remember this b-tch (i think i do, i swear to god)
uh, drugs run through my blood, i need dialysis
finally dose off, i wake up to sleep paralysis
demons in the room can’t move, here’s my -n-lysis
karma for counting my drug money ’till i got calluses (woo!)

[chorus: belly]
huh, luminescent, i bet that p-ssy glow flourescent (i know it do)
i bet all your exes learnt their lesson (i know they did)
you count your money, not your blessings (bless it)
she, luminescent, i bet that p-ssy glow flourescent (i bet it do)
i bet all your exes learnt their lesson (i know they did)
you count your money, not your blessings (bless it)

[verse 2: pusha t]
you rappers are rentals and repossesions
imagine me come to your city and have to check in
there ain’t enough pain in your eyes and your reflection
how could i be impressed by a car when i’m a jetson
l-boy with the toys, make noise
exhaust pipes louder than floyd
the crack pipes hot as the sun
the money count as loud as a gun
and i’m just here to carry the one, ooh
’till i’m barricaded, i’m glad you hated
this dope boy graduated, no cap and gown
no backing down, n0body make a sound
weird numbers being whispered
everybody trapping now?
feds grab me, sh-t, i’m not gon’ run
get twelve hour release, like i’m chapo son
all my job’s like steve, having the apple run
i just update the hussle ’till the rap sh-t done
yeugh!

- pusha t lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS