Tekst Utworu

Tonight won't you come with me? (Yeah) I'll be your naughty girl (serve it up like gold) Fulfil all your fantasies 'Cause I'm a woman in a business world I'm the new high pusher, yeah I'm the new high pusher I'm the new high pusher, hey yeah The new high pusher I'm out here on these streets Come on, upon my sheet Get on your knees (oh yes indeed) Anything that this life brings I'm your pusher Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology I am your pusherman, baby Give me more kisses, is that okay? Let me show you, I'm that pusherman Call me choo-choo, baby yes I care How you like me now? Comedy I am Keep me a cracker, you could call me spam See I'm the pusherman And when I push real hard I make her do that dance Then she wiggle-wiggle her hips and pucker them lips I might give her a tip, that's how she Had her hair down over while I'm drivin' the whip I'm the pusherman, call me Pusher G Two door preface that roof on, getting super down-down 'Cause I'm out here on these streets They lovin' me, reggae DD She addicted to picks, she learned to bring a few women They wanna see the DDD They wanna see how my bowl flow Call me pusherman, baby Why you lookin' like that? Keep the monkey off of your back Got to know her scream It sure 'nuff good to be back I'm the new hot pusher New hot pusher yeah, mhmm I'm the new hot pusher, hey yeah Hot pusher, yeah Woman, what a sight to behold To be held in the arms, to see into her soul A mother's touch, a sister's insight With a grandmother's wisdom we'll be alright Building, raise the chlidren, nurture love Leave it to a woman and it'll never ever fall Pusherman learn to front from his mother And brought him to the streets so we could share him with each other Why you lookin' like that? Keep the monkey off of your back Got to know her scream It sure 'nuff good to be back I'm the new hot pusher, yeah New hot pusher yeah, mhmm I'm the new hot pusher, hey yeah Hot pusher, yeah I'm out here on these streets Come on, upon my sheet Get on your knees (oh yes indeed) Anything that this life brings I'm your pusher Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology I am your pusherman, baby Give me more kisses, is that okay? If these eyes could speak on behalf of the neglected These missed opportunities and hidden figures That conjure up the essence of this woman? They'd let you know You've just passed the portal, baby This gateway to this eternal world of existence That these very eyes that carry astigmatism They see your crooked ways of thinking These promiscuous hips that never lie This yonie that creates a life beyond measure Is the home to a king, someone that gives you everything you need That this love, this unconditional love That pours from my spirit is Worse for somebody who knows how to push it, man P-p-push it, baby Why you lookin' like that? Keep the monkey off of your back Got to know her scream It sure 'nuff good to be back I'm the new hot pusher, yeah New hot pusher yeah, mhmm I'm the new hot pusher, hey yeah Hot pusher, yeah I'm out here on these streets Come on, upon my sheet Get on your knees (oh yes indeed) Anything that this life brings I'm your pusher Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology I am your pusherman, baby Give me more kisses, is that okay? My womb, warm, safe and strong, produces sapphires As ancient as meteors and moors As metaphysical as the creation of conciousness And as persecuted as peoples in transgenerational slave ships With chained hips to shackled ankles, death and regret My womb is a portal Through which I find my peace From which one day a soul will release That shall depart from the mother's holes To come into the sacred sanctum of the self The soul that does not know how old it is Until the stars begin to resemble the reflection My womb wreaks havoc and causes doom My womb is an out of sight funkadelic disco room That so many brothers and sisters want the all access backstage passes to My womanhood is silenced for no one and nothing Because if I do know one thing If the queens didn't make the game, I'm just saying My mama, her-her mama, your mama Put some, put some respect on her (Soon they'll know they're black gold) p-p-push it, baby I'm your pusher Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology I am your pusherman, baby Give me more kisses, is that okay? I woman, hear me roar Everything you're searching for I woman, hear me cry Sanctify before my eyes I am otherworld, you see Can I put your bread on me? Listen, learn, and please take heed I am everything you need
Writer(s): William Johnson, William Earl Collins, Aziza Thompson, Jessica Lofton, Byron Chambers, Danyle Robinson, Joel Steele, Alexis Cox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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