Don't push me
Don't push me down
God, push me
He kept on pushin' and pushin',
He wanted to see how much he could push a human being
Then I fell like a bag of potatoes
On Northern Avenue
Don't you, don't you
Oh baby why
Don't you (don't you)
You want a real nigga, don't you? (Don't you)
Don't front, baby, don't you? (Don't you)
Gon' keep it one hundred, baby don't you lie (don't you)
Gon' keep a hundred, baby don't you?
I know you need a real nigga, don't you?
Baby don't front, don't you
Wish my money was a little taller
Wish I was a baller
Wish I had a bitch on stand, I could call her
Count a hundred bands, we be fuckin' 'til the morn'
I'm a baller, baby
You want a real nigga, baby (don't you)
Don't post me on your 'Gram, baby (don't you)
I gon' bust it wide open, baby, don't you
Drop dead, blowin' smoke, baby don't you?
Baby don't you, don't you lie
Whippin' in the Benzo
Never put me in the friend zone
Montana, I'm the Don Dada
Gucci suit with the brown collars
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ye, shimmy ye
Walk up in the club with the hammer on my hip
What up my G?
We be's the hottest out in NYC
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