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アーティスト:Pusha T 

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You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right? We get that money Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet This that shit that y'all wanted This shit cook up hard, don't it? Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it But this shit sound like God don't it? Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga and y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga Call my Phantom the holy ghost, church on chrome wheel tires, nigga Pop tags when I'm paranoid, cause the pawn shop was my paradise I was dead pop when that powder came for that knot saved in that shoe box Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox This big face is in Blu-ray and these black diamonds like boondocks I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin' Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions Just so I can buy them Christians, have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah! Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Millions millions in the ceiling Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet Choppas choppas in the closet I'm haunted by horror stories, wanna-be home owners Horrible outcome, a dope boy got one motive Cries when he convicted, cried on every visit I'm cryin' sayin' his name, ride for all my niggas Used to fiddle my finger 'til I found me a fortune Finger fuck a Ferrari, south of France early morning Did drugs with Donatella, Versace my A Capella Never see me in Neiman's, niggas committin' treason Soft loafer preferred, frost, organic herb Stay away from the Forbes, if I


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