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I'm Your Pusha
Smoke DZA
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Yeah, DZA
Harlem to NC shit
Check
Uh, a hundred miles and running, pound Qs and onions
Do whatever to get this cheddar, I'm from the wild hunnids
Harlem, for the out-of-towners
Nothing but fetti around us, so never count us
Out, 'cause in a drought, you better carry your bills
You talking blow like Derek Foreal?
My man D like Derek, for real, on a side note
They want the ticket, I get it 'fore they got dry throats
You could never, I don't talk business 'less business
Profit my endeavors, you ain't talking money, then, playboy
Keep your head up, pay homage, salute the god
Block boy, DZA, hood superstar
I'm your pusha, I'm your dealer
I'm the reason you got that feeling
Anywhere, I'll take you there
And get you by, and get you high
'Cause I'm your pusha
Look, I'm on a paper chase, moving state-to-state
Got a broad in Chase, bust the checks for me safe
No stress, no reef, no problems, everything is great
She deposit it, no problems, so PC always straight
DZA on the verge, go hard
Like a nigga from the third, except I'm a murderer with words
Lil' goonies, 'bout 15 of them
At 15, he do ten and still come home young
They embrace the drama, then the guns come
We call 'em throwaways 'round where I come from
Boss what my aura like, now all I need
Is a doja to go to the store and get my order right
I'm your pusha, I'm your dealer
I'm the reason you got that feeling
Anywhere, I'll take you there
And get you by, and get you high
'Cause I'm your pusha
Isn't teenage drinking illegal?
'Cause as I remember, when the Bush twins were doing it, they ain't go to jail
They, they got a Girls Gone Wild video
This isn't about the Bush twins, this is about Johnny Buskett
That's right, and Johnny Busket ain't doing cocaine, all right?
I am Johnny Buskett, not Daryl Strawberry
After getting abused all Sunday afternoon, there ain't nothing wrong with going home
Firing up a blunt, breaking out the Cristal
Gets me in the mood for my life, and my wife
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