Pusha T - Blow Lyrics

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I need more drinks and less lights

And that American Apparel girl in just tights

She told the director she tryna get in a school

He said "take them glasses off and get in the pool"

It's been a while since I watched the tube

Cause like a crip said "I got way too many blues for any more bad news"

I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today

They rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday

And what's a black Beatle anyway a fucking roach?

I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach

My guy said I need a different approach

Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke

It ain't funny anymore try different jokes

Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass X and O

Kiss the ring while they at it do my thing while I got it

Play strings for the dramatic

And end all of that wack shit

Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes

I ain't got it I'm going after whoever who has it

I'm coming after whoever. Who has it?

You blowing up that's good fantastic

That y'all it's like that ya'll

I don't really give a fuck about it at all

Cause the same people that tried to black ball me

Forgot about two things my black balls

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Pusha T:

Uh look Uh uh

I let you into my diary to admire me

The making of this man I let you see the higher me

The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy

I'm drawn from both sides I am Siamese

The tug-of-war opens the door entrada

Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piata

And rolling kilos in Gymstrada that's one saga

One chapter of black magic I'm Harry Potter

Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who

Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom

And blossom I swear this Vegas night was fucking awesome

But adios I blow my own dice before I toss 'em

Loss some niggas some other niggas double-crossed 'em

Tryna snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune

Wrestle with the work we was like the four horsemen

Rick Flair with the flame I'm muthafucking gorgeous woah

As the gull wing doors lift Karate Kid crane kick no Jaden Smith

Whiter than that coke brush did they paint me with

?

Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss

But they devil-red tires double tread

I postin parks up that gives me double head

Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head

The bright lights blind look at what the devil did

Yeah

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