lirik lagu audio push – reppin
(hook)
i see you reppin’ ie now, well, get ya -ss up!
i put this on my mom, my n-gg-s and my last cup
i need my cash, yuh, it was all bad, yuh
now we bout to blow, just let em know the west is back, yuh
(verse)
aight now, cut it up to that eight, let me hear that boom beep bow bam
i’m riding round wit’ no tint, they tryin’ to see who i am
at first when they was all on me i was like who? me? godd-mn
they say yeah ya, boy, come as ya are, oh we, that’s my jam, yup
it’s starting to get popping, it’s cameras out when i’m shopping
cops on us cuz we smoking, f-ck that, ya got a lighter in yo’ pocket, n-gg-
i need that, smoke it up, light it, ie hat, go out and cop it
skating outside, come out and watch it, posing -ss n-gg-s can’t even ollie
now where yo favorite rapper?! (who yo favorite rapper, n-gg-?)
man, go find two of him
if ya say that we’ll lose again, we will find ya and win
rap game ryu and ken
said these n-gg-s is the bomb, i’ll nuke ’em
uppercut ’em, price, i hit the hadouken
we hot, i am ie, man, don’t speak if ya not
(hook)
i see you reppin’ ie now, well, get ya -ss up!
i put this on my mom, my n-gg-s and my last cup
i need my cash, yuh, it was all bad, yuh
now we bout to blow, just let em know the west is back, yuh
(interlude)
west side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
east side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
north side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
south side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
west side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
east side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
north side, who you with? lose yo sh-t
south side, who you with?
(verse 2)
look, i was nine years old, riding as my momma oldest son
rapping erry lyric to that dre chronic 2001
the bible say that life and death is in the power of the tongue
so why the rasta pull out gun? it look like i’m supposed to rap
i forget too much, i smoke a ton, hear these raps, i’m close to none
all i fear is joseph son, that’s christ, i’m price, let me show ya sum
writing raps in a ford focus, that’s where i got my focus from
now b-tches see i’m bout my bread, they throw these kicks and show them buns
here they come, aw, here we go again, they tryin’ to lurk
f-ck, police at the door again, hide the work
neva got to be signed to merch
i’m flying first cl-ss just to rhyme a verse
i was hustling, givin’ my uncle joe ya cash
so i could get double back by the first, god d-mn
work the benches, errything wavy
ya think ya slowing down my hustle? ya crazy!
i’m a full g, b-tch, ya just fugazi
no more handshakes unless you finna pay me, real sh-t
(hook)
i see you reppin’ ie now, well, get ya -ss up!
i put this on my mom, my n-gg-s and my last cup
i need my cash, yuh, it was all bad, yuh
now we bout to blow, just let em know the west is back, yuh
(outro)
lose ya sh-t
lose ya sh-t
lose ya sh-t
lose ya sh-t
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