Colgera 2 (feat. Nate B.) - Nintentunes

Ten damn days And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows And chauffeurs with road rage Still the same damn ad-lib, igh, old ways Still got a letterman, no practice Still got a burner, man, no lacking Still outin' Jams nigga, no Jackson No Jordan and we toe-tagging I'll take you to the land where the lake made of sand And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance And the money ain't yours Now it's just a red pill Got a blue and a handful of Advils I'm the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me So I'ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man You a lame And your bitch break down my weed sometimes See my face in the streets, in the tweets And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D Even though I only beat one time One time, it was one two times It was two plus me equals threesome time Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex Got neck from all of these thots I sex Rastafari them shottas, yes House safari, mi casa, yes Poppy fields of that popeye She came to party, she popped a Molly Said, "Come to Papa", she said, "Papa, yes" I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man