- Pusha T I Still Wanna Rock 歌詞
- Pusha T
- Its like an itch you cant scratch
Its like a bitch you cant shake
I still wanna [Verse 1: Pusha T]
Sleeping with the finest
The thread count is bindless
Security blanket of cocaine,
I am Linus
In this climate
Im Kareem
Burke tied in
The Roc silent partner
I aint throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up
Sparkles to the table, got em feeling like hes
Merlin Whirlwind, powder makes your world spin
Learn from
OGs, Alfa
Romeos and
Sterlings
Updated that, upgraded that
Suffocation blue in the insides potato sack
Yeah, talk money,
Im made of that
Cocaine parties like the 70s,
I cater that
You know what fame is?
Sitting with the woman of your dreams and forgetting what her name is
You know what pain is?
Flushing 2 bricks and have a nigga try to strain it out the drainage [Hook :]
See my face on the news and it aint
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 fishscale 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 [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Grew up watching momma car repoed
A little nigga staring through the peep hole
How you think
I felt knowing daddy wasnt there
Recycling cans cause nobody ever cared
Get it howyou live, always echoed in the streets
When we talking business, talking on the phone cease
Feds listening to conversations through my
OnStar Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of
Is Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out
Red velour,
Im in the white glass house
Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale
City of dope a real nigga sell yayo
Everyday a nigga dies and we cant ask why
Show em all love, the bitches fucked on the side
Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church
Rolls Royce
Corniche, trunk full of work [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Testarossa top models,
G4s, Gucci pass the crease off
Everything
I climb in,
I win Richard
Mille Tourbillon, remarkable timing
Black label everything, logos in the lining
Bell Biv De
Voe push poison like a copper head
Powder fall, smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rose bottles pour for the champions
Youd think it was a
Grammy win
Celebration spills through the morning like an
Ambien Bitches love my ambience
Chain swinging, ticker taping like its
Mardi Gras
Thousand niggas deep, never needed body guards
Thousand 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, yall
DeLoreans pouring in [Hook]
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