Smoke DZA, June Summers - I'm Your Pusha lyrics
[Smoke DZA, June Summers - I'm Your Pusha lyrics]
Uh, 100 miles and running
Pound Qs and onions
Do whatever to get this cheddar
I’m from the wild 100s
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 3rd
Except I’m a murderer with words
Lil goonies, ‘bout fifteen 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
Johnny Buskett: Isn’t teenage drinking
Illegal? ‘Cause as I
Remember, when the Bush twins were doing it
They weren’t going to jail they got
A Girls Gone Wild video
Interviewer: This isn’t about the Bush twins
This is about Johnny Buskett
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, lighting up a blunt
Breaking out the Cristal… Gets me in the
Mood for my life and my wife
Pound Qs and onions
Do whatever to get this cheddar
I’m from the wild 100s
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 3rd
Except I’m a murderer with words
Lil goonies, ‘bout fifteen 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
Johnny Buskett: Isn’t teenage drinking
Illegal? ‘Cause as I
Remember, when the Bush twins were doing it
They weren’t going to jail they got
A Girls Gone Wild video
Interviewer: This isn’t about the Bush twins
This is about Johnny Buskett
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, lighting up a blunt
Breaking out the Cristal… Gets me in the
Mood for my life and my wife