Testi:
Pusha T

[feat. Rick Ross & Ab Liva] [Pusha T:] It's like an itch you can't scratch It's like a bitch you can't shake I still want it Sleeping with the finest

superfreak, no, she won't know what hit her I'm on my Rick James, minus the beads and glitter You've got to beg my pardon, this shit here is money talking You don't

[Pusha T:] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen A birdseye view got me channelling my vision

Lyor I need a million for my monologues I small price for my cocaine catalogue Scout the coupe like a tomohawk Travelodge stories I pray that you ignore me If you can't

recycle better sit them on a curve when i?m done with them she oblivious a girl wanna come with them can?t blame off another niggers can?t run with them

t you know that it?s money over bitches bitches love money, i granting them 3 wishes push shout out my nigger don c, aka jivon ? don c, didn?t even know

great dane 12 cylinders 50 grams of willing ya These rappers get away with pushing child Illingers Now it's hard feelings... I just put my ceiling up Planetarium push

t really give a fuck about it at all Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls [Pusha T:] Uh, look, Uh

dane 12 cylinders 50 grams of willing ya These rappers get away with pushing child Illingers Now it's hard feelings... I just put my ceiling up Planetarium push