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letra de push em back - young buck

[intro]
(it’s bout to go dooown!) git out the way, git out the way
(betta move, it’s bout to go dooown!) git out the way, git out the way
you betta move 50 feet shawti (yuh!), let a n-gg- thru
if you don’t wann’ move, you know what i’ma bout to do (aye!)
i push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back! (yeaahh)
git out my way, we ballin’ like ayye!
i’m throwin’ money, i can take it wit’ me anyway
make the club, push em back! (c’monn!)
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!

[verse 1]
ain’t no body goin’ broke, err’ body sellin’ dope
err’ body gittin’ money, it’s some n-gg-s tellin’ no
we ain’ talkin’ on the phone, i don’t know, i ain’t certain ya
no body neva heard-a ya, you f-ckin’ wit’ some murderas
look at my wrist, look at my b-tch
she hold a daddy down, help a n-gg- git rich (yeah!)
this patron got me hot, the phantom in the ‘lot
see this pill kickin’ in, and i’m standin’ wit’ my glock
in this b-tch like woo (yuh!), i need some elbow room
got me spillin’ liquer at the club, go so soon
burn this b-tch up, we ’bout to +git buck+
gimme the light, tell the dj turn my sh-t up (it’s on now)

[chorus]
you betta move 50 feet shawty (yuh!), let a n-gg- thru
if you don’t wann’ move, you know what i’ma bout to do (aye!)
i push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back! (yeaahh!)
git out my way, we ballin’ like (ayye!)
i’m throwin’ money, i can take it wit’ me anyway
make the club, push em back! (c’monn!)
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!
push em back!

[verse 2]
cup fun of hennesey, my n-gg-s call it gasoline
p-ssy n-gg-s fill up, and say sh-t they don’t mean
stuntin’ wit’cha real money, dat’ll git’chu killed
see probly wann’ this paper, my baby needs some milk
b-tch we built this city, the dope boi commited
i still got the nerds to sell it up, and come and git it
a product of the projects, my momma’s only son
made my 1st million dollas, and a new drama would come
didn’t run from it (yuh!), i ran to it (yuh!)
i’m not playin’ bout the unit, and my fans knew it
now make the lane for me, ’cause i deserved this
i wonder what my enemies git when they hurr this (let’s goo!)
ha-ha

[hook]
you don’t no problems, you don’t wanna see me n-gg- (aye, aye!)
you don’t no problems, you don’t wanna see me n-gg- (aye, aye!)
you don’t no problems, you don’t wanna see me n-gg- (aye, aye!)
you don’t no problems, you don’t wanna see me (aye, aye!)

[verse 3]
gotta runna gramms 50, and my a.k. wit’ me
if a mothaf-cka hit me, i’ma knock his head off!
i ain’t scared non of y’all b-tch, i’m runnin’ from the law (whudd!)
put’cha trigga fingas up, if ya wann’ knock they head off!
push-a-weight, all thru the state
it’s like i speed up, when they tell me “but my brakes!” (aye!)
if i told chu what i make err’ time i flip a kii
you would prolly try to take the same trip dat i did, but’chu can’t (ayye)

- young buck

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