[Chorus 2x]
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My supply and demand [4x]
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I move dope from my hand to yo hand [2x]
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[Verse 1]
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Call me the pusherman, the pusher pusherman
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I move work from my land to your mutherfuckin hand
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And its good great never runnin' late
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Always in the hood dump truck full of weight I'm straight (I'm straight)
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I keep a shit load of dough if I don't got none then there is no hope (No hope)
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Not a one zero zip zero nada
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I got on designer clothes from this dope I'm wearin' product
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So I gotta go and get some more to keep the city skinny
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Everybody in the south is all about a pretty penny
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We be winnin from the beginning while the others runnin slow
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Keep the money comin' in I fire up and pass the dro
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[Chorus 2x]
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[Verse 2]
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My supplies in demand so I weigh up 1000 grams (1000 grams)
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I did that just to show you who I am (who I am)
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I'm the pusherman movin' shit from hand to hand
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If you want a truckload you gon' need a hundred grand
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There are two kinds of dealers they don't work the same shift
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One needs a bag the other needs a fuckin forklift
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Warehouses full of drugs, trap houses full of thugs
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Other houses full of guns, razor blades under the rug
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Keepin' up with Sunday Times I deliver weekly
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Got the best shit on the town and it ain't never cheap see
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So you want my product better put all your money together
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I supply it rain or shine this is bigger than the weather
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[Chorus 2x]
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Supply & Demand
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| Lil' Wyte |
