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I Still Wanna Rock
(专辑: Fear Of God - 2011)
[Pusha T:] It's like an itch you can't scratch It's like a
bitch 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 two bricks and have a
nigga try to strain it out the
drainage 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
fish-scale 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 [Rick Ross:] Grew up watching mamma car repoed A
little nigga 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 bitches quick to drop it on the
scale City of dope a
real nigga sell yayo Everyday a
nigga dies and we can't 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 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
fish-scale 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 [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 Bitches love my ambiance Chain swinging, ticker taping like it's Mardi Gras Thousand niggas 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 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
fish-scale 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
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