.(Gather round...)
(Miami Vice...for my cocaine dreamers...you kno...Miami Vice)
(...Pusha spit this shit for ya'll...here we go)
[Pusha T]
Youngin' don't make my sales rise, i'll shoot you out your chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you muthafuckers
Papa said t.
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