Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bun B
Bun B
Vocals
Pappa chuk
Pappa chuk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Sutton
Reginald Sutton
Composer
Charles Douglas Roberts
Charles Douglas Roberts
Songwriter
Bernard James Freeman
Bernard James Freeman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reginald Sutton
Reginald Sutton
Co-Producer
Charles Douglas Roberts
Charles Douglas Roberts
Executive Producer
Gary Jose Williams
Gary Jose Williams
Vocal Producer

Tekst Utworu

Push Whatever dawg, Get that cash loke
Cause it’s a dirty world and I aint bout being broke
Yeah Push whatever dawg like you don’t give a fuck
And Keep it gangster, keep it Trill, Keep your Triggers up Nah Mean
 
Push Whatever dawg, Get that cash loke
Cause it’s a dirty world and I aint bout being broke
Yeah Push whatever dawg like you don’t give a fuck
And Keep it gangster, keep it Trill, Keep your Triggers up Nah Mean
 
 
 
Some Like them Pills Some like that Crank Some like that Drank
Some caught up on that Stank, Some like that purple stank
And I’ll give you what you need, so call me Dr Feelgood
And I even got that hot lovin moma, I’ll push it to ya real good
Push Whatever ****, I’ll have ya Block explode
Kill a snitch Bitch if he Violates the code Bun I’ll have to smoke em
In this world of Deceased Presidents you got to get your cheddar
It’s like Blud and gutts **** and I’m like Push Whatever
Bun B
Say you hear the thunder, You see the lightning ****
Big Bun is coming You know it’s frightening ****
You had ya sewed Huh, you had your block locked
But now I’m in you hood throwed Man, with that glock cocked
No More excuses you know you fucked Dawg
It pretty useless going against me and Chuk Dawg
You had your chance to eat, Okay I hope you full man
Cause it’s a wrap soon as this trigger getting pulled man
 
Push Whatever dawg, Get that cash loke
Cause it’s a dirty world and I aint bout being broke
Yeah Push whatever dawg like you don’t give a fuck
And Keep it gangster, keep it Trill, Keep your Triggers up Nah Mean
 
Push Whatever dawg, Get that cash loke
Cause it’s a dirty world and I aint bout being broke
Yeah Push whatever dawg like you don’t give a fuck
And Keep it gangster, keep it Trill, Keep your Triggers up Nah Mean
 
 
 
We deep off in this game heavy on the grind
Trying to stack this bread and we aint worried bout the shine
Let a **** think we broke, that’s just the way we planned it
So when we pop with paper they’ll never understand it
This game is underhanded shysty and Cutthroat
They putting cut in the cut, it was already cut dope
Everybody want a piece a slice
A portion of the profits dawg the game aint nothing nice
I been around the block once or twice, I know the steez
If you aint built for business, They’ll cut you off at the Knees
You got jackers, robbers, local and state cops
Task force, Feds, they won’t and they can’t stop
Trying to get the drop on us Blow up the spot on us
Catch us slipping and let of them copper chops on us
It’s like pro bowlers going toe to toe with Pop warners
In a drama situation and they do not want us
 
Push Whatever dawg, Get that cash loke
Cause it’s a dirty world and I aint bout being broke
Yeah Push whatever dawg like you don’t give a fuck
And Keep it gangster, keep it Trill, Keep your Triggers up Nah Mean
 
Push Whatever dawg, Get that cash loke
Cause it’s a dirty world and I aint bout being broke
Yeah Push whatever dawg like you don’t give a fuck
And Keep it gangster, keep it Trill, Keep your Triggers up Nah Mean
Written by: Bernard James Freeman, Charles Douglas Roberts, Reginald Sutton
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