Pusha T - Pies Lyrics

Pies Lyrics by Pusha T

Do you wanna make pies? Yes, I wanna make pies.
Let me see it in your eyes, I wanna make pies.
Then try this exercise.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.

Pirate’s big pants, watch birds break-dance,
I measure the perfect, the product’s in great hands.
You want the sports, cook it to the owls,
For such a deal in 12 thousand on my king coil.
God, couple diamonds, kick it, delloy it.
Roger federal, Rolex, my wrist royal.
Yeah, guillard, trunks for luggage,
Tell ‘em, Dominic, the pleasant not the suggage.
Oh, it’s only luxury, you know I got it,
It’s life’s goal and you can’t live without it.
Take a look at it, Jimmy closet.
Wild world upon men in velinciadas.
Sponse it, the next turn trip, hold up, we need monsters.
This deep booty who made mobsters.
Now you break bread and we crack lobsters.

Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies, pies?
Do you wanna make, do you wanna make, do you wanna make pies?
Yes, I wanna make.

Mikkey Halsted - Momma In My Ear Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T)

Momma In My Ear Lyrics by Mikkey Halsted Ft. Pusha T

Young Chop on the beat

[Hook]
Yeah, momma on my mind
I got momma in my ear, my woman on my back
Gotta get this cheese to get up out this trap
Taking penitentiary chances, playing Russian Roulette
Ducking out police, trying to cheat the angel of death

[Verse 1: Mikkey Halsted]
I learned the cheat code from real niggas
Got out the house early, I was a field nigga
Let’s be honest, these artists don’t paint the real picture
I try to listen but honestly, I don’t feel niggas
I was Polo, Nautica, Hilfiger
Been fresh to death, therefore we spill liquor
You dummies don’t even get it, do you
Rapping my life, you suckas don’t even live it, do you
From where pussies get fucking wetter
Still my daddy made me fight them niggas head up’
I dig the knowledge, I hope these cowawrds is read up
Funerals get expensive, I hope that you got your bread up
Go ahead and jump out that window
I stopped playing with niggas after Nintendo
I know you niggas is pillow
You want to understand Mikkey, it’s this simple

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Mikkey Halsted]
Bury so many family I’m feeling numb
So many homies, it hurts even worse when they young
Sometimes I ain’t proud of where I’m from
I wonder if momma’s proud of what I’ve become
She say she is but I know that she wanted more from me
Know that God got something special in store for me
See, the journey just made me more hungry
I’m not bitch, need no man to open the door for me
I wish daddy could see me, my granny could feed me
A famous ? if Scarface had never plugged ?
And my cousin Cee-lo Reed was here to hear my CD
I gotta step up in his daughter’s life, I know she needs me
Chasing Lamborghinis, I’m merciless
Overdo it, every line is superfluous
Chicago the place that birthed this shit
But we claim the whole universe as our turf

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Yech, I can’t escape the slander
The irony of “I escaped the slammer”
Guess I’m Houdini in that motherfucking manor
Local authorities can’t oppress my grandeur
They see me three ways, MTV with the VJs
Any mag cover or TSA in my PJs
Whoo, I fly them every so often
When I die, Maserati rig the coffin
Thirteen millionaires on the run to Boston
Call spades by the racist ass Massachusetts officers
Digest, put it together niggas
Ha, I was simply being clever, niggas
Lucky for you, this ain’t my sole endeavor, nigga
Or you’d be calling me Hov or even better, nigga
Whoo, notorious Push
It’s only so long that the gods overlooked one

Kanye West - New God Flow Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T)

New God Flow Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Pusha T

[Pusha T] (Kanye West)
I believe there’s a god above me
I’m just the god of everything else
I put hoes in everything else
New God Flow, fuck everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
They love a nigga’s spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha aint fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay as a wholesaler
I think it’s good that Ye got a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him
Think ’99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him
(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
Going ham in the ? done took a toll on us
(But since you over do it, I’mma pour more)
Well if you goin’ coupe, I’m going 4 door

[Hook]
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D.

[Pusha T]
Step on they necks till they can’t breathe
Claim they 5 stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by three’s
Lined them all up and lets just see
Fuck ‘em ‘Ye, fuck ‘em ‘Ye
I wouldn’t piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier
They shoulda shopping in target
My shit is luxury Balmain
I’m ballin’, I’m all red
A nick sold in the park then I want in
Whats a king without a crown nigga
Whats a circus without you clown niggas
Whats a brick from an outta town nigga
When you flood and you can drown niggas
It’s the GOOD music golden child
M-A-Dollar sign aint nobody hold me down

[Kanye West]
Hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man
But the Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion God flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. King, Rodney Kings
Uh, cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aww man, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin’
Aww man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard and you cant cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I’m from the 312, where cops don’t come through, and dreams don’t come true
Like where did God go, in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Than they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope that Sunday service
We got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame
Ran to Jacob’s and made the new Jesus Chains
In Jesus name, let the choir say
I’m on fire ayy, that’s what Richard Pryor Say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’

GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music, GOOD Music
And all my niggas say GOOD Music
And all my ladies say GOOD Music
I don’t know but I’ve been told
I don’t know but I’ve been told
If you get fresh get all the hoes
If you get fresh get all the hoes
I’m way fresher than all my foes
I’m way fresher than all my foes
Somebody please pick out they clothes
Somebody please pick out they clothes
And all my niggas say GOOD Music
And all my ladies say GOOD Music
Who run this shit today: GOOD Music
Who run this shit today: GOOD Music

Pusha T - Exodus 23:1 Lyrics

Exodus 23:1 Lyrics by Pusha T

[hook: pusha t]
Beef is best served like steak
Well done get a gun in your face, bitch nigga
Beef will have you praying to god
Move your kids have you hiding your mom
Beef is when you hide behind them other niggas
But they ain’t killers they ain’t pullin them triggers, fuck niggas
Beef will have you keying our cars
Heartbroke yours don’t look like ours

Them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

Throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
Taking half of everything you get

Them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

[verse 1: pusha t]
Contract all fucked up
I guess that means you all fucked up
You signed to one nigga that signed to another nigga that’s signed to three niggas
Now that’s bad luck
Damn that shit even the odds now
You better off selling this hard now
You call it living out your dreams
You can’t fly without your wings
You get it
Jeremy scott’s are camouflaged
You can’t hide it from yourselves career sabotaged
I was really in that travel lodge
You just lying through your catalogs
Where the blood and the battle scars?
We the ones that judge juggling the gavels on
Put me to the body
First 48 put us to them bodies
Round here we don’t play that
A to the k that, spray that, lay back
You can keep your beats, nigga
We’d much rather share your bitch, nigga, bitch nigga
3 million can’t hide that
It shows in the homes i done tried that
That’s why you’ll never be my neighbors
Smile as you waving but we know you niggas hate us
Fuck you playing games for?
Don’t be scared get everything you came for
They got you talking that big shit
Little do you know we don’t miss shit
Them niggas using you as a pawn
You see they never loaded they guns
Now you out here by yourself
Ask steve jobs’ wealth don’t buy health

[hook]

Them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

[pusha t]
Throwing that flag up running around you hot shit
Taking half of everything you get

Them niggas ain’t dying for you x2

[outro: notorious b.I.G.]
What’s beef? Beef is when you need 2 gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when i see you
Guaranteed to be in icu, one more time
What’s beef? Beef is when you need 2 gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain’t safe up in the streets
Beef is when i see you
Guaranteed to be in icu, one more time.

Kanye West Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T - I Don't Like Lyrics

I Don't Like Lyrics by Kanye West Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T

[Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, ya’ll niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
Yo shit, make believe
Rappin’ ’bout my own life
That rare nigga, Rick Flair nigga
The powers in my hand nigga
I get it, beat the chair nigga
Soho or Tribeca
3 hoes, trifecta
dope money, coke money
True blow, my watch better
My pens better, you don’t write
Trendsetter you clone like
Pay homage or K’s vomit?
Ungrateful niggas I don’t like

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)

[Kanye West]
A smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound, that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They wanna find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only outta spite
But I’ll never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that pussy so deep I coulda drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetari’ with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right
But unless they use a strap-on than they not dykes
They aint about that life, they aint about that life
We hanging out the window, it’s bout to be a Suge Knight
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L.E.P, J Boogie right
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi right
Right

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci that’s the shit I don’t like
Smoking on this dope higher than a kite
This bitch gon love me now, she gon let me pipe
Screamin “so sore”, thats that nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s that shit they don’t like
I get tatts up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I splash on a bunch of clothes cause I’m living life
I come up on the scene and I’m still alight
Bitch, I’m high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch, I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE we just gon’?

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
We are now one and the same
Nigga, I’m fucking insane
Fuck is you sayin’
Yo’ ass been doing the same
Shit, now do what you sayin’
Dang, I tell ya old bitch, she was stuck in a lane
Turn one hoe to a train
Bloaw, Bang, my niggas holding that pain
I just hope you’ve been praying
Bang bang, riding for my niggas and that’s for life
High class, I’m just surrounded by these gold lights
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I aint going back to my old life
I promise

[Hook]

[Jadakiss]
I done sold purp’, I done sold white
Running out of work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty forty Cuban
Another 30, 40g’s up
We believed in ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckas!

[Hook]