Pusha T - Don't Fuck With Me (Dreams Money Can Buy)- With Lyrics
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Pusha T - Don't Fuck With Me
Pusha T - Don't Fuck With Me (Dreams Money Can Buy)
Pusha T - Don't Fuck With Me (Drake Diss)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The nerve of you, he'll sit and clip at your lines like he ain't heard of you... I seen it happen before, that man will murder you. The lowest form of a thief is a cat burglar.
Tiptoe-in but the whole time clonin'*.
The elephant's in the room, the bitch glowin'. Like a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn-in,
she walk like its hers but the whole world knowin'. Told n—as it's the new god flow, it's that new testament and that old god* knows. and you new n—as don't get to pass GO, I'll monopolize boardwalk empire flow. So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm Genghis. Just venting I never wish to be famous.
Truth told I'd much rather be strangers, before it leads to me turnin' n—-s to angels. Local n—-as hatin' but I can't blame 'em.
Cleared the road to the riches but I can't pave 'em. Put Trey up on your hook, still couldn't save 'em*.
Better chance with a snowball hittin' Satan. Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFlys.
Now I'm back to the future, my career deja-vu you, when you muthaf--kers thought I would barely survive.... Rappers on their sophomores*, actin' like they boss lords.
Fame such a funny thing for sure when n—as start believing all those encores, I'm just the one to send you off, bonjour*.
See yourself as I pull up in that mirror tint, skins vs blouses, you mirror Prince*. Chappelle Show, all them Neal Brennans*, sketch comedy, who is for real penning?
The talk don't match the leather, the swag don't match the sweaters*, the wolves don't walk with shepherds.
These Margiela verses all of you mall dwellers, off-the-rack suits looking like pallbearers.
Coffins for my old bitches' orphans, Daddy's MIA like a dolphin, play the Fendi bucket like a sharkfin*, Cool J-ing on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned.
We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by.
At the US Open, there's much more to Queens, Versace blu-blockers, row behind Oracene*....
Push...no shots....but nothing goes unseen.