Pusha T - I Still Wanna Lyrics
[Pusha T]It's like an itch you can't scratchIt's like a ***** you can't shakeI still want itSleeping with the finestThe thread count is bindlessSecurity blanket of cocaine, I am LinusIn this climate I'm Kareem Burke tied inThe Roc silent partner I aint throwing up the diamondThrowin' on the sherwin, collars up, bottles upSparkles to the table, got em feeling like he's MerlinWhirlwind, powder makes your World spinLearn from OG's, Alpha Romeo's and SterlingUpdated that, upgraded thatSuffocation blue, in the inside's potato sacksYeah, talk money, I'm made of thatCocaine parties, like the 702s I cater thatYou know what fame is?Sittin with the women of your dreams and forgettin' what her name isYou know what pain is?Flushing 2 bricks and have a n-gga try to strain it out the drainage[Hook]See my face on the news and it aint TivoI still wanna sell kilo'sIt's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the ricoI still wanna sell kilo'sSearching for the fish scale like I'm tryna find NemoI still wanna sell kilo'sThat's what happen's when you Michael and they try to treat you like TitoI still wanna sell kilo's[Rick Ross]Grew up watching momma car repoedA little n-gga staring through the peep holeHow you think I felt knowing daddy wasn't thereRecycling cans cause nobody ever caredGet it how you live, always echoed in the streetsWhen we talking business, talking on the phone ceaseFeds listening to conversations through my own starPiecing puzzles together solving homocides?Dice game chatter, better bring your stash outRed Velour, I'm in the white glass houseHalf a ticket *****es quick to drop it on the scaleFiddling dope a real n-gga sell yayoEveryday a n-gga dies than we can't ask whyShow em all love, the *****es f-cked on the sideTony Montana, tailor made suits in the churchRolls Royce called?, trunk full of work[Hook]See my face on the news and it aint TivoI still wanna sell kilo'sIt's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the ricoI still wanna sell kilo'sSearching for the fish scale like I'm tryna find NemoI still wanna sell kilo'sThat's what happen's when you Michael and they try to treat you like TitoI still wanna sell kilo's[Ab Liva]Testarossa top models, G42s, Gucci pass the crease offEverything I climb in, I winRicher male, ?, remarkable timingBlack label everything, logo's in the liningBell Biv DeVoe push poison like a copper headPowder smoke clears through the walking deadThe Rose bottles pour for the ChampionsYou think it was a Grammy winCelebration spills through the morning like an ambionBithces love my ambienceChain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi GrasThousand n-ggas deep, never needed body guardsThousands keys that I'm about to do pilates onWhere the Kings crowned like the grill a Maserati's onCandy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripperBlew a fuse and caught a body onCocaine storagingLiva living dreams, ya DeLoreans pouring in[Hook]
