Pusha T - I still wana lyrics

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Pusha T - I still wana lyrics

[Pusha T] Its like an itch you can't scratch Its like a b**h you can't shake I still wanna Sleeping with the finest The thread count is bindless Security blanket of c**aine, I am Linus In this climate Im Kareem Burke tied in The Roc silent partner I ain't throwing up the diamond Throwin on the sherwin, collars up, bottles up Sparkles to the table, got em feeling like hes Merlin Whirlwind, powder makes your World spin Learn from OGs, Alpha Romeos and Sterling Updated that, upgraded that Suffocation blue, in the insides potato sacks Yeah, talk money, Im made of that Cocaine parties, like the 70s I cater that You know what fame is? Sittin with the women of your dreams and forgettin what her name is You know what pain is? Flushing 2 bricks and have a n***a try to strain it out the drainage [Hook] See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo I still wanna sell kilos Its like Im throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico I still wanna sell kilos Searching for the fish scale like Im tryna find Nemo I still wanna sell kilos Thats what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito I still wanna sell kilos [Rick Ross] Grew up watching momma car repoed A little n***a staring through the peep hole How you think I felt knowing daddy wasn't there Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared Get it how you live, always echoed in the streets When we talking business, talking on the phone cease Feds listening to conversations through my own star Piecing puzzles together solving h*mocides ? Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out Red Velour, Im in the white gla** house Half a ticket b**hes quick to drop it on the scale Fiddling dope a real n***a sell yayo Everyday a n***a dies than we can't ask why Show em all love, the b**hes f-cked on the side Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church Rolls Royce corniche, trunk full of work [Hook] See my face on the news and it ain't Tivo I still wanna sell kilos Its like Im throwing rocks at the pen begging for the rico I still wanna sell kilos Searching for the fish scale like Im tryna find Nemo I still wanna sell kilos Thats what happens when you Michael and they try to treat you like Tito I still wanna sell kilos [Ab Liva] Testarossa top models, G4s, Gucci pa** the crease off Everything I climb in, I win Richer male, ?, remarkable timing Black label everything, logos in the lining Bell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper head Powder smoke clears through the walking dead The Rose bottles pour for the Champions You think it was a Grammy win Celebration spills through the morning like an ambion Bithces love my ambience Chain swinging, ticker taping like its Mardi Gras Thousand n***as deep, never needed body guards Thousands keys that Im about to do pilates on Where the Kings crowned like the grill a Maseratis on Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper Blew a fuse and caught a body on Cocaine storaging Liva living dreams, ya DeLoreans pouring in [Hook]

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