Lyrics:
like cleats
Run up in your crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
MWA, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore
Still, we're changing our minds here
Be yours, be my dear
So close with you on my lips
Touch noses, feelin' your breath
Push your heart and pull
I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
up
Aye I do this
Wait off the dome
Fuckin yo bitch in V lone
Fuckin her all night long yea aye
I ain't no killer don't push me, I ain't no killer
Lets work it out, we can do this
Whatever we gotta do...
Push up... Push up
Pull up... Pull up
Dip Dip Dip Dip Dip
Vit'em-in... Vit'em-in
Push
All by naughty boy:
I push in, you move up, I push down, you move down, creep my dick into your pussycat,
While lay my juice inside when you are
in the kitchen (whip it up)
Car push to start, ain't no ignition (start it)
Raised up the bar, don't do the limit (uh)
Came out them trenches, I
up
Noo the bed it don't need make up
Now all who a sleep when wi a fuck wake up
If a foot pan shoulder (mm mm)
Cocky just a push like stroller
Siddung
I use to push up on a girl Salt 'N' Peppa Push It Push It
D's in school cause the music was my focus
Jokes in class but when I learned I didn't pass
Don't like where you at? don't like where you at? rise up, Push Back!
Let em talk all they want, but if they touch ya Be Bussa . Push back Bussa!
If
[Intro]
Uh, what up ya'll
Soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of
Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st & 15
Yea
And this one
My bags are waiting in a cab downstairs
I've got a ticket in my pocket says I'll make it out of here
And I came by here just to tell you good-by
I
the grease inside us, gonna get us this time but good
Whether we pull it out or push it in it all ends up the same
You know a hammerhead is a hammerhead by
by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,
to get in my jeans
What should I say
When I didn't want to push him away
But I was scared to give up my thing
When all along I knew he had waited for
silently beneath the noise and light up there
Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare
I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Romans 1:9, 2 Corinthians 10:4
I've waited patiently for your reply
You say you'll come around by and by
I've tried
Push me down
Throw me out
Stretch it up
Oh you might
Be denied
By someone else
Casting shadows
From your past
I don't want to hold you back
Push me
used to be violent
And thats jacked up
Michael Jackson, I changed up
Push em back and stay prayed up
She said I Want You Back I said Beat It
I been saved
you're chosin'
I don't need to check your baggage
Pick it up along the way
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed,
Watching it crumble
Might have eased the hurt
Feeling it disappear
Only made worse
Pulling it piece by piece
Slashing up ribbons could dismiss
before I go
I will follow my heart home
Yo!
Sweet Cheeks, what secrets to you frequently keep from me?
When shortchanged by the miscreants in
Sometimes I feel like I've been eaten, spat out like a fucking bone
Hungry for some equal treatment, is it too much that I'm asking for
Fire up
the ropes
But still you fight for a way to win
You push, you pull, you scratch, you crawl
To get a mile out of an inch
When you're shattered by the fall
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