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shadle - pushin' lyrics

keep that sh+t pushin′
we want all the fye
all the blunt smoke

and my gang real tight
but we cut throat
pop out let that gun blow
i just poured a straight drop
in my faygo
hold on
we gon push his face back
i don’t rap beef
all i do is state facts
we on the westside
so you know we stay strapped
better lace yo kicks gang
cause we finna get back
ridin′ through the motha f+cking city
we on everyone
i don’t f+ck with twenties
give me fifties
i want every one
never seen a real n+gga?
baby imma show you one
wanna slide through
boy you stupid we got plenty guns

yeah we global
and its three of us in total
white diamonds with the coco
shawty send me naked photos
imma g with no polo
i be ridin’ round solo
i be ridin′ in that lolo
gotta lean like a cholo
it ain′t major
imma player
im the real money maker
shadle ballin’ like a laker
get the paper
see you later
from the west to the east
i still f+ck up the beat
i got heat from az
and my flow be so mean
big g′s
you know me
i be rollin’ with my team
in a car high speed
im the king of the p
aye
all eyes on me

we want all the fye
all the blunt smoke
and my gang real tight
but we cut throat
pop out let that gun blow
i just poured a straight drop
in my faygo
hold on
we gon push his face back
i don′t rap beef
all i do is state facts
we on the westside
so you know we stay strapped
better lace yo kicks gang
cause we finna get back
ridin’ through the motha f+cking city
we on everyone
i don′t f+ck with twenties
give me fifties
i want every one
never seen a real n+gga?
baby imma show you one
wanna slide through
boy you stupid we got plenty guns

350 on my feet
i been runnin’ up the bands
350 every week
say she need a ring
give me throat before we speak
benjis in my jeans
puffin’ beans, getting geeked oh
it don′t matter how you get it
it just matters that you get it
imma real street baby
cause i got it out the pavement
it don′t matter how you get it
it just matters that you get it
imma real street baby
cause i got it out the pavement
why these n+ggas in they feelings?
f+ck b+tches get money
handle business
shoot for the stars
why they aiming at the ceiling?
breaking these records
on these records
where is guinness?
all of these racks with me
baby like i’m winnin′
fly like a pelican
im thuggin’ like i′m willis
play with the gang
know we come through sinnin’
all of this pain
bloodstains in my pendant
oh

we want all the fye
all the blunt smoke
and my gang real tight
but we cut throat
pop out let that gun blow
i just poured a straight drop
in my faygo
hold on
we gon push his face back
i don′t rap beef
all i do is state facts
we on the westside
so you know we stay strapped
better lace yo kicks gang
cause we finna get back
ridin’ through the motha f+cking city
we on everyone
i don’t f+ck with twenties
give me fifties
i want every one
never seen a real n+gga?
baby imma show you one
wanna slide through
boy you stupid we got plenty guns

i been dodgin′ and dippin′
if you pour up i’m sippin′
smoke this pack that i’m flippin′
i can’t see the things that′s around me
i been through a lot
but you can’t really doubt me
im really glad you found me
there was certain things
that you didn’t tell me
thinking about you
but it ain′t so healthy
i could′ve chased up a bag
i made you feel so gassed
you was all about the cash
and the racks in the back
what type of hoe sh+t is that?
b+tches don’t know how to act
feel the pain of a fresh new tat
uh,
got the ink from my dad
ratta tat tat
tatted up on my back
why you ain′t holla back
novocaine imma break down the glass
aye
imma break down the town
mmm
imma king with no crown
aye
and ain’t nothin′ better now

we want all the fye
all the blunt smoke
and my gang real tight
but we cut throat
pop out let that gun blow
i just poured a straight drop
in my faygo
hold on
we gon push his face back
i don’t rap beef
all i do is state facts
we on the westside
so you know we stay strapped
better lace yo kicks gang
cause we finna get back
ridin′ through the motha f+cking city
we on everyone
i don’t f+ck with twenties
give me fifties
i want every one
never seen a real n+gga?
baby imma show you one
wanna slide through
boy you stupid we got plenty guns

imma king with no crown
imma break down the town
imma king with no crown
imma break down the town
imma king with no crown

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