Various Artists - p**y lyrics

[Hook - Pusha T] I ain't in to fat lippin, I'm in to gat grippin A cat's slippin, is a cat drippin Why I say that? the cat's slippin, the Mac's spittin The cat drippin, look in the mirror you's a fat kitten Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-ah [Verse 1 - Pusha T] All I wanted growing up was remote controls Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope control Got ghetto corners choking slow Grandmama go to church trying to soak my soul, oh! This one's for my foes Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him! I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on strings It - is what it seems, just call me Geppetto A Young Stock Market, put money in your pocket Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I drop it I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah? Set it in a rhyme now the industry got pink eye Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram Pastels is cute; How you n***as follow suits so well? These barrels encompa** the heat from +Hell+ n***a the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh! [Hook] [Verse 2 - Malice] They rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees Jealous hearted n***as, y'all wear it on your sleeve Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see Can't hide the truth, decendents of Cain So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein My game way grown, this is known fact When cats was Ac coupe, I was Cadillac Brougham I'm not these rap kids, with childish antics Who make diss records, who rock hats backwards These are higher stakes, this is not average weight This is not pinching penniess b**h, this is carrot cake This is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow But so (so, so), I'm never one that be jeal' Do as I do so I can say, "Papa raised you well" [Hook] [Verse 3 - Pusha T] They say the Lord closes windows, to open doors n***a don't make me open yours Seen hearts beat through, open sores Subliminal rap sh**, so immature, that's why I ignore Punchline n***as on front time, silly ho sh** He who questions I is unfocused Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers disappear Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push' [Verse 4 - Malice] Mercy, mercy! Oh Lord who is he? Who curse me, curse me? But doing me It hurts me so, puts me through changes So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!) Ask Liva, but only if you speak the language ...And the rest is Comic View Star Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to? You don't want it with them boys, this I promise you, you p**y! [Hook]