I Still Wanna Lyrics - Pusha T

It's like an itch you can't scratch 

It's like a b*tch you can't shake 

I still wanna 

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 n*gga try to strain it out the drainage 

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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 

Grew up watching momma car repoed 

A little n*gga 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 b*tches quick to drop it on the scale 

City of dope a real n*gga sell yayo 

Everyday a n*gga dies and we can't ask why 

Show em all love, the b*tches f*cked on the side 

Tony Montana, tailor made suits in the church 

Rolls Royce Corniche, trunk full of work 

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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 

B*tches love my ambience 

Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras 

Thousand n*ggas 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