Top Songs By Slimm Pusha
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Slimm Pusha
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Lyrics
Welcome to the world of the owls
Prune face rappers help to move a **** bowels, gotdam
Eat a burger have a cow, dive in
Eat a rapper have a medal .. lion
Bitch im picasso you **** still tracing
I look at shit in black and white you would think im racist
**** dont believe shit stank until they taste it
Slang this to Kci
Back to the Basics, bitch
Im on my muthafuckin own, im solo
Hammer to the balls, thats my new polo
No sleep round here thats a no no
And if you coming homeboy, you better come on
Sick of hearing muthafuckas talk thats
Chit Chat
I heard somebody tell'em, aye give the drummer some
I am the drummer, fucka, tommy gun
Dre say you only funky as ya last cut
I guess thats why a buncha rappers has whats
Gettin passed up, like a bitch wit a booty but got a mad gut
Thats just a fast nut
They sayin Pusha ain't cold, i say as wut?
Set fire to yo ass boy, cigar butts
She ain't pretty but her tiddies is
She say she pregnant i say girl them must be tiddies kiiids
She's a trap a rapper man, thats the real trap
She got that Tiger Woods money, thats a real rap
Children of the cornbread, well we grown now
Add the greens in, oh we on now
You **** watch too much tv you played out
CB4, all you wayne impersonators, Wayne's out
Like Gusto, if imma fuck i guess im goin where the fucks go
Now back to the bus hoe
Im on my muthafuckin own, im solo
Hammer to the balls, thats my new polo
No sleep round here thats a no no
And if you coming homeboy, you better come on
Sick of hearing muthafuckas talk thats
Chit Chat
Written by: Elliott Slimm Pusha Harris