Drug Dealers Anonymous chords by Pusha T

Pusha t featuring Jay Z

INTRO:
VERSE:
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Valentino summers and wave runners
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Chains on my niggas like slave runners
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Drug dealers anonymous
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How many Madonnas can that Mazda fit?
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My brick talk is more than obvious, it’s ominous
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Garages, the phantom, ghouls, ghosts and goblins
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Blonde mohawk the collection I’m Dennis Rodman
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The money count is the only moment of silence
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Cause hush money balances all this drugs and violence
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Hat trick under my mattress
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Date I stop still has an asterisk after it
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After all I can make a call
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I can baptize a brick
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As I wash away my sins like a catholic
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Who the fuck ain’t mastered this
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America’s nightmare’s in Flint
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Children of a lesser God when your melanin’s got a tint
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And I can’t even mention what I sent or what I spent
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Cause my name in 18 wheelers is evidence
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I put my boos in those cruise collections
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Life’s a bitch
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A to Z on her shoe collection, take your pick
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Paid in full like ’86, Gs on my body
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The new Gucci has less monograms, God’s got him
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Let he without sin cast the first stone
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So I built that all glass quad level first home
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Shatter all of your misconceptions
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Hold all of them missing weapons
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You thought I would miss my blessing
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The ultimate misdirection ya

VERSE:
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Your husband was drug dealer
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For 14 years he sold crack cocaine

VERSE:
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Federico Felini in the flesh
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Sergio Tacchini inside his mesh
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Bitch I been brackin’ since the ‘80s
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Google me baby, you crazy
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’89 in London pull the Benz up
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Type it in, Google’s your friend bruh
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14-year drug dealer and still counting
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Who deserves the medal of freedom is my accountant
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He been hula hooping through loop holes, working around shit
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IRS should’ve had the townhouses surrounded
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Thanks to the lawyers
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I marbled the foyer
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I tore the floor up
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Yeah, that’s for Koi fish
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We been dining on oysters
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I walk though the garage it’s like multiple choices
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I told ‘em pull the Royce up
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I’m getting ghost, I’m hearing noises
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I think it’s the boys, but I been banking at Deutsche
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We got storefronts, we got employee stubs
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We been opening studios and 40/40s up
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The paper trail is gorgeous
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Cases we buries ‘em
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Before Reasonable Doubt dropped, the jury hung
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Bling bling
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Every time I come around your city bling bling
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My tenure took me through Virginia
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Ask Teddy Riley ‘bout me
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Ask the Federalis ‘bout me
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Tried to build a cell around me
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Snatched my nigga Emory up
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Tried to get him to tell about me
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He told 12, “Gimme 12”
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He told them to go to hell about me
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Drug dealers anonymous
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Y’all think Uber’s the future, our cars been autonomous
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Mules move the drums, take ‘em to different spots
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We just call the shots by simply moving our thumbs
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I’m a course of miracles with this shit
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Nothing real can be threatened, nothing unreal exists
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Herein lies the piece of God
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I always knew I was a prophet, but I couldn’t find a decent job
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Life made me ambidextrous
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Countin’ with my right, whipping’ white with my left wrist
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Daaaaaaaamn Daniel
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FBI keep bringing them all white vans through