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Miami Vice
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Pusha T
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30, you a fool for this one You promised me it was all a good thing Now it's headed for destruction In the dark, no sign of of daylight This is so wrong and then it feels right, oh baby There's no one so beautiful, you drive me crazy There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby There's no one so beautiful, you drive me crazy There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go, oh Guns go for the low, coke go for the high When the mules get sprung, we takin' it to the sky FedEx packagin' is no longer accident Vindictive baby mothers takin' knees like they Kaepernick Honda Accords for drug lords And Pop Warner coaches get sponsored like world tours Keep two million in false storages Ooh! We think bigger, we notorious Knew the candy lady, became the candy man 757, we call it Candyland Metro PCS-in', without a data plan This is lead babies, poppin' Ativan Home of where them young n***as full up Money get shown by the way a n***a pull up Legends got made when a real n***a stood up 'Cause even in a cage, they gon' still throw the hood up like yah! In the dark, no sign of of daylight This is so wrong and then it feels right, ooh baby (Yeah) And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah) Fifth wheel on a Cadillac, dope good for my cataracts One time for them Gary n***as, I bury n***as, I don't battle rap (Yeah) MAC-MAC in a nap sack, got a mouse trap for them rat-at-ats (Yeah) Right hand on my left wrist, still whip that good crad-da-dack (Woo) In the back of that black Corolla, my chopper and fifty boulders (Yeah) Know a n***a flow was sick as Ebola mixed with Corona (Yeah) Man, how long them n***as gon' be your soldiers when they think you owe 'em Sh*t, it got so deep, I can't trust my homies 'cause n***as know I got heroin for the low (The low) Fentanyl for the high (The high) F**k the doggy, we cut up that Fetty and mix it down Thousand package of Perkies in Portland, I ship it down (Yeah) I catch a flight, then I catch my sh*t soon as I hit the town Now my hoes out Show up in that new Ferrari Roma, I done showed out F**kin' Gangsta Gibbs, I'm Soulja Slim without the gold mouth Holdin' fifty bricks up in a drought, I just might hold out Tears from an opp up in my watch, them b*t*hes froze out In the dark, no sign of of daylight B*t*h, holdin' fifty bricks up in a drought, I just might hold out This is so wrong and then it feels right, oh baby F**kin' Gangsta Gibbs, I'm Soulja Slim without the gold mouth There's no one so beautiful, you drive me crazy There's nowhere I gotta go, oh, baby And you know what kind of life I live, can't let you play me There's nowhere I gotta go, oh 30, you a fool for this one
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