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Push da Rocks
37
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Push da Rocks został wydany 14 maja 2019 przez Gangsta Ro Productions jako część albumu Certified
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Data wydania14 maja 2019
WytwórniaGangsta Ro Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM70

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evil Pimp
Evil Pimp
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Catrin Terrell Rhodes
Catrin Terrell Rhodes
Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

[Chorus]x2
(Push them)Push them rocks on the block I'm back up on the scene
(In a)In a red Hummer truck, gotta' come clean
Movin' weight state to state I do it fo' the team
(Weighin')Weighin' grams in them bags on the triple beams
I'm back up on the block hope I never get caught
I should'a got a job is my everyday thought
But fuck it I'ma rock it 'cause I love this white bitch
I keep her bagged up 'cause she loves expensive shit
Now everything is movin' and I'm sweatin' on the trap
I can't do the dishes I'm too busy cookin' crack
So fuck the Five-O future doc is everywhere
Afraid to get jammed there's a lotta years there
And fuck the mac and cheese you can keep the fried chicken
'Cause only thing I want is baking soda in my kitchen
I tried to cash a check and I made the bank bounce
I weigh it by the gram and I sell it by the ounce
I gotta' see a billion first and then I can retire
I make you lift your shirt just in case you wear a wire
There a brick, there a brick, another brick sold
Another Rolls-Royce bitch another Lambo'
[Chorus]x2
(Push them)Push them rocks on the block I'm back up on the scene
(In a)In a red Hummer truck, gotta' come clean
Movin' weight state to state I do it fo' the team
(Weighin')Weighin' grams in them bags on the triple beams
Addicted to this money, money is my only habit
I keep the trap jumpin' like a mother fuckin' rabbit
My moneys stayin' heavy while your moneys built like Norbit
Don't never hit the celly 'cause the Feds might just record it
You payin' what I weigh and I'm weighin' what you pay
I'm buying lots of gifts like its fuckin' Christmas Day
I'm stayin' deep in pockets like the Pimps a quarter back
Will never get caught sleepin' 'cause the Pimps insomniac
I'm tied up with the knots like the game is Peezy's wife
I got the streets held, not like a **** doin' life
I cut it up, bag it up, and then I'm in the trap
I'm rollin' Navigators you can call me Google Maps
A red Hummer, red Viper everythings clean
A shark up in this game and you **** sardines
There a brick, there a brick, another brick sold
Another Rolls-Royce bitch another Lambo'
[Chorus]x3
(Push them)Push them rocks on the block I'm back up on the scene
(In a)In a red Hummer truck, gotta' come clean
Movin' weight state to state I do it fo' the team
(Weighin')Weighin' grams in them bags on the triple beams
Written by: Catrin Terrell Rhodes
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