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pressa – 420 in london كلمات اغاني

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(feat. lil uzi vert)

[intro: pressa]
murda, murda, murda sh-t
ayy

[chorus: pressa]
420 up in london
i’m a problem, called her a “bust man”
me and murda, we up to somethin’
i was on the hound and almost copped me a fort nelson
mr. hustle hard, now they claimin’ they my cousin
i f-ck your b-tch, now she thinkin’ i’m her husband
i’m in some balmains, these jeans cost a dozen
i’m iced out, this rollie cost me nothin’

[verse 1: pressa]
remember days when i was on the brunt
couldn’t leave my house without a gun
told mama wouldn’t make them take your son
i moved her out the hood now a n-gg- shoot for fun
f-ck a friend i just do this for my loved ones
we came far from sleeping in the dungeon
air contamination i ain’t breath like since hustlin’
started off with coins now i’m run-in’ up the hundreds
mama found my strap in my room while she cussin’
neighbor was a traphouse cuz’ i had it pumpin’
plottin’ on the matchin’
views by the sunset
cookin’ up my dinner
never ate my lunch yet
pressa got you mad, huh?
30 clip mad long
trip it till’ the pack gone
business was my thing
gotta keep a structure
shots up the taurus
his lungs were punctured
diamonds were my first name
coolin’ for the culture
ran out of minutes
think i need a voucher

[verse 2: lil uzi vert]
i was on the molly, b-tches out in boston
f-cked the b-tch in follies, her p-ssy was awesome
rockstar life jeff hardy, do tricks like mat hoffman
she just wanna party, she do that sh-t often
she gon’ suck my d-ck until she start gaggin’ and coughin’
am i scared? no, hardly, i deserve a heart lift
my new crib, it’s so big, this sh-t got a office
i was off a 30, this sh-t made me nauseous
my new car on derbies, automatic park it
ballin’ in my jersey, in the streets i’m chartin’
12 checked me, then they took my gun
me, no trippin’ ’cause i got a whole ‘nother gun
if she leave me, yeah i’ve got a whole ‘nother one
i put that on my son and i ain’t even got a son
red green, bean green, b-tch i never miss
she sucked the lines up out my d-ck like it’s a peppermint
i get the cheese, like i work for the government
i’m an alien lookin’ for your mother ship

[chorus: lil uzi vert]
420 up in london
i’m a problem, god, yeah, i’ll bust ’em (on god)
me and murda, we up to somethin’
i was on the the hound and almost copped me a fort nelson
mr. hustle hard, now they claimin’ they’re my cousin (my cousin)
i f-ck your b-tch, now she thinkin’ i’m her husband
i’m in some balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen (12)
i’m iced out, this rollie cost me nothin’ (uh)

[outro: lil uzi vert]
i’m iced out, this rollie cost me nothin’
i’m iced out, this rollie cost me nothin’
i’m iced out, this rollie cost me nothin’
i’m iced out, this rollie cost me nothin’
yeah!

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