• Title:Push Ups (Explicit)
  • Artist:Drake
  • Album:Push Ups (Explicit)
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    Push Ups (Explicit) - Drake
    Lyrics by:Noel Cadastre/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels
    Composed by:Noel Cadastre/Aubrey Graham/Matthew Samuels
    Produced by:Boi-1da/Fierce/Coleman/Noel Cadastre
    Whoo Kid

    Ayy
    I could never be nobody number-one fan
    Your first number one I had to put it in your hand
    You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'
    I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan
    I'm the hitmaker y'all depend on
    Backstage in my city it was friendzone
    You won't ever take no chain off of us
    How the **** you big steppin' with a size-seven men's on
    This the bark with the bite nigga what's up
    I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
    Extortion baby whole career you been shook up
    'Cause Top told you
    "Drop and give me fifty" like some push-ups huh
    Your last one bricked you really not on ****
    They make excuses for you 'cause they hate to see me lit
    Pull your contract 'cause we gotta see the split
    The way you doin' splits ***** your pants might rip
    You better do that ************* show inside the bity
    Maroon 5 need a verse you better make it witty
    Then we need a verse for the Swifties
    Top say drop you better drop and give 'em fifty
    Pipsqueak pipe down
    You ain't in no big three SZA got you wiped down
    Travis got you wiped down Savage got you wiped down
    Like your label boy you in a scope right now
    And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
    I'm at the top of the mountain so you tight now
    Just to have this talk with your a*s I had to hike down
    Big difference 'tween Mike then and Mike now
    What the **** is this a twenty-v-one nigga
    What's a prince to a king
    He a son nigga
    Get more love in the city that you from nigga
    Metro shut your ho a*s up and make some drums nigga
    Yeah I'm the 6ix God I'm the frontrunner
    Y'all nigga manager was Chubbs lil' blunt runner
    Claim the 6ix and you boys ain't even come from it
    And when you boys got rich you had to run from it
    Cash blowin' Abel bread out here trickin'
    Out here trickin'
    **** we do for ******* he doin' for niggas
    What the ****
    Jets whips chains wicked wicked wicked
    Wicked wicked
    Spend it like you tryna **** boy you trippin' boy you trippin'
    Drizzy Chip 'n Dale probably got your ***** Chanel
    I just got 'em done boy don't make me have to chip a nail
    Rolling Loud stage y'all were turnt that was slick as hell
    ****'ll probably change if your BM start to kiss and tell
    Hugs and kisses man don't tell me 'bout no switches
    I'll be rockin' every ******* chain I own next visit ayy
    I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
    Top say drop your little midget a*s better *******
    Ayy better drop and give me fifty ayy
    Drop and give me fifty drop and give me fifty ayy
    Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50 ayy
    Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin'
    I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky
    Can't believe he jumpin' in this nigga turnin' fifty
    Every song that made it on the chart he got from Drizzy
    Spend that lil' check you got and stay up out my business
    Nigga shout out to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy
    We know why you mad nigga I ain't even trippin'
    All that lil' heartbroken Twitter **** for *******
    This for all the top dogs drop and give me fifty drop drop
    And that ******* song y'all got did not start the beef with us
    This **** been brewin' in a pot now I'm heatin' up
    I don't care what Cole think that Dot **** was weak as ****
    Champagne trippin' he is not ******* easin' up
    Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up
    "Top wanna peace it up
    Top wanna peace it up"
    Nah p***y now you on your own when you speakin' up
    You done rolled deep to this it's not ******* deep enough
    Beggin' Kai Cenat boy you not ******* beatin' us
    Numbers-wise I'm out of here you not ******* creepin' up
    Money-wise I'm out of here you not ******* sneakin' up
    Cornball your show money merch money fee to us
    I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough
    This ain't even everything I know don't wake the demon up
    Drop and give me fifty all you **** niggas teamin' up
    What top five you smokin' on Kendrick
    Mmm mmm yeah
    Drop drop drop drop
    Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
    Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot
    Uh I was really really tryna keep it PG