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PUSHA T lyrics : "I Still Wanna [feat. Rick Ross & Ab Liva]"

[Intro: Pusha T]
It's like an itch you can't scratch
It's like a (*##$ you can't 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 I'm Kareem Burke tied in
The Roc silent partner I ain't throwing up the diamond
Throwing on the shearling, collars up, bottles up

Sparkles to the table, got em feeling like he's 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, I'm 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 ^!$$% try to strain it out the drainage


[Hook:]
See my face on the news and it ain't TiVo
I still wanna sell kilos

It's like I'm throwing rocks at the pen begging for the RICO
I still wanna sell kilos
Searching for the fishscale like I'm tryna find Nemo

I still wanna sell kilos
That's 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 ^!$$% 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 OnStar

Piecing puzzles together solving homicides of I's
Dice game chatter, better bring your stash out
Red velour, I'm in the white glass house

Half a ticket (*##$es quick to drop it on the scale
City of dope a real ^!$$% sell yayo
Everyday a ^!$$% dies and we can't ask why

Show em all love, the (*##$es $#&@ed 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 DeVoe push poison like a copper head

Powder fall, smoke clears through the walking dead
The Rose bottles pour for the champions
You'd think it was a Grammy win

Celebration spills through the morning like an Ambien
(*##$es love my ambience
Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras

Thousand ^!$$%s deep, never needed body guards
Thousand keys that I'm about to do Pilates on
Where the kings crowned like the grill a Maserati's on

Candy coated parked, doors ajar, on a stripper, blew a fuse and caught a body on
Cocaine storaging, Liva living dreams, y'all DeLoreans pouring in


[Hook]

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