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Just Listing
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Just Listing was released on May 17, 2011 by Zone 4 Entertainment as a part of the album Trending Topics
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Release DateMay 17, 2011
LabelZone 4 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pusha T
Pusha T
Composer

Lyrics

Shout out Maserati E
We done been out here a long time, my ****
And yeah, we lost a few along the way
But I must say, we done balled through every era out this bitch
I, I guess that make us Supreme Baller like, right? Haha
Long Live The King coming soon, yeah
I went ahead and asked God for forgiveness
So now I'm just asking you to listen
I'm living in a world (In a world), where my truth can be my lynching
Last words, "Fuck you all," feel the ropes' tension
I'll never compromise, in it 'til the powder dries
Best friends drowned in quicksand to help you cowards rise
I floss in their honor, their legacies in bottles
Make 'em walk like their 30 years is right around the corner
We was all fucking Shawna, you and E was fucking on her
I was jealous when you both said her mouth was like piranha (Woo)
Yeah, spend money like we print money
Buck fifty on the car, that's lil' Dent money
The AC is forever broke, that's vent money
Cocaine snowball from gambling my rent money
Everyday struggle, get money, get the crown for
Always thinking big, now they praying for my downfall
Say you're telling on me, told them folks 'bout me
All this coke 'round me like it floats 'round me
Cook it down, cook it down
You know that I cook it down, cook it down
Every time I come around
I just bought the house, put the pent on it
No rent, couple hundred, cash spent on it
Cook it down, cook it down
You know that I cook it down, cook it down
Every time I come around
Got me looking at the crown from a bird's eye view
'Cause I hit the ground running from the birds, I flew
Now I'm standing at the top from the words I drew
Rap shit'll drive you crazy, it done drove Shine Jew
Yeah, mazel tov, now I'm hotter than a Molotov
Tell Lyor I need a million for my monologues
A small price for my cocaine catalogue
Scalped the coupe like a tomahawk
Travelodge stories, I pray that you ignore me
If you can't feel the joy of a hustler in his glory
Hiding money in a wall from the first to third story
ATL Glenridge condos, true story (Woo)
A man of everything that I say I am
A little better than the fans hope and pray I am
Weed the jokers out the deck and just play my hand
Smokers getting stuck and going nuts like it's Peter Pan
Say you're telling on me, told them folks 'bout me
All this coke 'round me like it floats 'round me
Cook it down, cook it down
You know that I cook it down, cook it down
Every time I come around
I just bought the house, put the pent on it
No rent, couple hundred, cash spent on it
Cook it down, cook it down
You know that I cook it down, cook it down
Every time I come around
Written by: Pusha T
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