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pressa - 50 wass bars lyrics

[intro]
uh
my lolo goin’ crazy, started cursing in tagalog
if me or not bro, who the greatest in toronto?
[?]
uh (press)

[verse]
how much times i did sh_t and never watched it come back?
i got love for these n_ggas, same love they never had
see, crodie, he a hitter, think they made him in the lab
the homies locked up, what you doin’ for the gang?
couple thousand here and there but a n_gga alright
cuff a honey
you fight a older n_gga your whole life
should be nothin’
say you liked my song, couldn’t bump it (bump it)
bricks for thirty_three and then i upped it (trap)
he paid thirty_four, thank god i made a nickel out of four
thank god i never went like richie porter
this sh_t too wavy, need a board (board)
the yacht too crazy, need a tour (tour)
the water ain’t even blue up in the north like this (blue like this)
i fell asleep, wide awake, uh (wake)
i need a mansion on the hills with a drac’ by the gate, bruh
i send my addy ’cause baby, i got guns in my place, girl (huh)
brand_new foreign but a n_gga need rims (rims)
they say you gotta lose it, keep on losin’ ’til you win (win)
they say you gotta hate ’em, keep on hatin’ ’til you hit
miss my cro, come back, i figured it’s a myth
miss my cro, come back, i figured it’s a myth
did it all for a rollie, i figured it’s a risk
it’s ’bout four in the morning, but f_ck it, need a nick (nick)
we’ll ball all night just like it’s above the rim
they say never count your eggs before they hatch (no)
block boy crazy, talkin’, “grab my cadillac”
boy, you got a problem then go and get your gat (nina)
’cause i ain’t fightin’ n_ggas unless i’m fightin’ in the can
but, boy you’ll get stabbed
they cl!ck_clack_pow then it’s boom (boom)
these rap n_ggas won’t do what i’d do (no)
and n_ggas tried to rob me in l.a
i caught that n_gga lackin’ on [spooks?] (lack)
lil’ crodie got a body, need two (two)
you see, baby girl f_ckin’ with the wass (wass)
she like the way we walk (walk), she f_ckin’ with the bottle (bottle)
she say she a angel but she hang around with thots
all that money that he be gettin’ never took you to the mall? (mall)
got me in the city goin’ crazy, ridin’ dirty (dirty)
try runnin’ off on me, you gon’ die by the birdie (brr)
they gon’ need six motherf_ckers to go bury you (bury)
they know press machine like the mercedes coupe (yeah)
and my junior sing like ali
‘member as a little boy, n_gga never wanna read
but when i went to jail i read a book like every week
now i get it in the mail, watch me break it in the street (boom)
uh, the trap is boomin’, i barely have sp_ce
the junkie i’m servin’, the others gotta wait (uh)
in the trap, servin’ scott, with a brick on eight_eight
if mama hear this record, she gon’ say a n_gga baked
if it ain’t me or bro, who the greatest in toronto? (uh)
lolo goin’ crazy, started cursing in tagalog
trench baby, grew up with no aabe (uh)
my niece, she so pretty, she a filipino model (model)
[outro]
niece, she so pretty, she a filipino model
my niece, she so pretty, she a filipino model
if fiends goin’ crazy then we goin’ fully auto

- pressa lyrics

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