Hudson Mohawke - Pierce (Remix) lyrics

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Hudson Mohawke - Pierce (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Dominic Lord & Pusha T] f** away to never wait on weight My life, my white Like my wife throw rice My life, my white Like my wife throw rice Posh living goes far Posh living goes far Posh living goes far You could suffer [Verse 1: Dominic Lord] Be who you want, I ain't stopping ya Pin ya pin ya pin ya Down girl, en guard, f** with the gun child You gonna need your guns now (blood bath) For my décor Tell me your desires who*e Say what you want, it ain't on record For the record, crossed fingers behind my back Opposites, they's do attract But may become failure T is up, now I hate you piercing On your navel, same when you Drop the cradle, let's talk now, under the table [Hook: Dominic Lord] I don't wanna give anymore I don't wanna be here anymore I don't wanna give anymore I don't wanna be here anymore But if you'll leave, I'll stay Yeah, you go But if you'll leave, I'll stay Here, you go [Bridge v.1: Pusha T] My life, my white Like my wife throw rice [Verse 2: Pusha] Throw money, dope money Carol Ann, poltergeist A ghost n***a, go getter Go yell, now go figure God damn, I go hard Top off, go kart Artistic, Warhol Musical, Mozart Black n***a, Batman That dark knight, I Joe Clark Ask you, you smoke crack? Better question, you soul-lack Acting like they'd never tell It pierce my heart when they told that [Hook] [Bridge v.2: Dominic Lord] Posh living goes far Posh living goes far [Verse 3: Dominic Lord] I lost my L, steal my car, had to, oh well Oh hell n***a, wussup? Where my mail? I wanna read my sh** n***as wanna be my sh** white What you know but my sh** for All over my sh** you gon be shot like it's army go kank ‘er Came to party, f** around and crash your Ferrari That'll raise the price right, better hey you like a'ight We? Who? We pushin' it as we army Ain't a motherf**er try to bomb me So I'm ‘pposed to react to this sh** Motherf**ers runnin' coughin' Like they're actually sick