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アーティスト:Anthony Hamilton 

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[Chorus - Pusha T] I ain't in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin A cat slippin, is a cat drippin Why I say that? The cat slippin, the mac's spittin, the cat drippin, look in the mirror yous a fat kitten Puuusssssssssssssyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyy-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 Jepeto! 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 niggaz follow suits so well? These barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+ Nigga the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh! [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Malice] They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve Have my mama grieving, crouched to her knees Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve Like a scarlet letter, for the world to see Can't hide the truth, decendents of pain So y'all get exposed like the sons of Hussein My game weight grown, this is no fact


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