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Clipse Hell Hath No Fury

[Chorus - Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save for tha Range ain't

Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Make ya skin crawl, press one button, let the wind fall Who gon' stop us? Fuck

Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's Let's go spin these right quick, what's that? All my fly bitches like (Dirty money, dirty money) All my

frosty lova Welcome to the world of Rollie's VS diamonds and that 50,000 dollar show piece Got me shinin', first *** holla show me Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly Hell

the Rolly red neck like Texas To y'all ill wishers who wanna take part In me getting robbed, well follow ya heart And I'll waste ya, hell I raised ya

presence is felt, the pressure is on A four eleven Cuban helped us weather the storm Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm Through all the adversity, the fury

(feat. Re-Up Gang) [Chorus: Pusha T] Hmmm, you tryna get some good fame ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna slang in tha rain ain't cha? Hmmm, you tryna save

[Pusha T:] Yo wattup ma I got a pocket full of stinky's lets go spin these right quick [Girl:] Whats that? [Chorus: Pusha T] All my fly bitches

(Gather Round...) (Miami Vice... For My Cocaine Dreamers... You Kno... Miami Vice) (... Pusha Spit This Shit For Ya'll...Here We Go) [Pusha T:]