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About "Wrath Of Caine" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album "Wrath Of Caine" by Pusha T, which consists of 7 songs.
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Feat. Popcaan & Travis Scott
[Hook: Popcaan]
I got diamonds on my blocka
Servin’ to my flocka (?)
Yeah, that’s my flocka
To my flocka
Pray to Lord on my shotta
She be poppin’
Yeah, that’s my flocka
Blocka
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[Verse 1]
This track dictates everything I’m supposed to say
So have mercy on this soul that I’ve thrown away
Although it's cliche the devil had a hold of me
This greedy motherfucker couldn’t put the blow away
Bitches blowing kisses and rappers throwing disses
Hoping to land their ass on all top 5 lists
I wish you niggas well
You niggas wish I fail
You gonna make me bear these arms like a Chippendale
I Am Forgiven
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[Verse 1]
Two-door, four-door, sedan, roadster
Cabriolet convertible, careening in the coaster
Christian Louboutin, straps is like a holster
We balling — ESPN highlights, posters
Tangerine Lambos, mimosa, raise a toast
We at the Grammys, then Miami
Playing Boca like it’s poker
Had a room at the La Quinta
Full of soldiers, full of coca
Liva Re Up Gang Motivation
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[Verse 1]
From Virginia, never rated
Before us, no one ever made it
Dope boy lane, a nigga paved it
When every nigga was afraid to say it
Sold a mill, spent a mill
We was grindin’, Lord’s will
Never thought of hiatus
Only chains, hi haters
All these bitches, high maintenance
Revolution
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[Intro: Troy Ave]
Ay yo, they said it’s 10 points higher up there;
We got to go get that
[Hook: Troy Ave]
Lord Father, I don’t mean to be a bother
I’m just prayin’ you’ll protect me on this road
From the rats wherever I’ve been niggas draggin’
Trappers in the highway patrol
It ain’t right, but it’s white, ain’t it right and I know
Road Runner
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[Verse 1]
I hope you pussy mother fuckers die
Wish death upon they soul until they burning in a fire
Illest motherfucker breathing, fuck your rhyme or your reason
Fucking over your issues is killing a whole niggas season
I made my way, way, I found my road, road
Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho, eghck
You ain’t ever have shit local nigga
Woo, how the fuck I own you local niggas
I’m a global nigga, sean’s allizay shopper
Take My Life
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[Hook: Kevin Gates]
These women ain’t shit but hoes with tricks
Baby girl, you different
When you’re not around, it feels like something’s missing
And I know you keep it real
Never tell no lie
No, you heard what they say
True love all divine
I just might trust you with my drugs
Trust you with my money
Trust You
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