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