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blue challenger (northside remix) - pressa, gd, & wassi lyrics

[intro: pressa]
ay, in that challenger, pull up in that blue challenger
sos, trap around canada
ay ay ay (skrt)
pull up in that blue challenger (bang)
pull up in that blue challenger (lah lah)
who gon’ handle us
matter fact they can’t handle us

[chorus: pressa]
pull up in that blue challenger (skrrt)
who gon’ challenge us (who gon)
sos, trap around canada (lah lah)
bullets gon vanishya
so much bandz i need a manager (we global)
tell me who gon manage us (who gon?)
tell the opps they can’t handle us (f*ck the opps)
drilling all year around the calendar (run him down)

[verse 1: pressa]
i’m tt right now in the x (f*ck the x)
i’m tt right now with your ex (f*ck your b*tch)
250 for that remy x*o
want a kiss i tell her n*o
he dissing then he gotta go (bang bang)
shoutout broski number 3*0 (stephen)
get splashed up with g*o (that glocka)
give that glizzy to bro r*o
p*ssy shoulda d*mn learn the ropes (ain’t learn)
now that n*gga r 8 on the floor
ps call me so neat (so neat)
drop a f*cking n*gga like i’m tony
ay i’m on the north b*tch
f*ck your b*tch
tell your b*tch come get some north d*ck
100k each cause i’m hood rich
i’m in the trap lil b*tch
when i pull up
feel sorry when i pull up (d*mn)
drop a opp then i skrt off
with my f*cking shirt off (shirt off)
give that 40 to like up sav
ay and free broski ksav (bro go it)
whyg out the window he so super sav (out the window)
and i got like super bands

[chorus: pressa]
pull up in that blue challenger (skrrt)
who gon’ challenge us (who gon)
sos, trap around canada (we global)
bullets gon vanishya
so much bandz i need a manager (so much bandz)
tell me who gon manage us (who gon?)
tell the opps they can’t handle us
drilling all year around the calendar (run him down)

[verse 2: wassi]
i circle around like the calendar (calendar)
whyg gon’ vanish ya (glizzy)
rolling with them calibres (calibres)
take you down, you better anti up (anti up)
22, that’s my mod mali (mod)
20 k!ll, when i pop mollies (mollies)
i did drills, b*tch i got bodies (bodies)
b*tch i’m feeling like world chains
catch him in that f*cking real lane
won’t play we spit real grains
30 to your face you gon’ feel the pain
have him on the floor now he’s gone b*tch
every day i’m smoking on this chronic
p*ssy n*gga get it if he toss it
every day i’m lurking and i got it (that 40)
broski gd he so f*cking sav (curry)
free my f*cking bro k f*cking sav (ksav, ksav)
roll up on your block and we finish mans (finish mans)
every f*cking day we eating dinner man (dinner)
heard you f*cking full now you spinach man
every day i got it we just do the drill
f*cking going in, lurking for the k!ll
sos my squad man you know its real

[chorus: pressa]
pull up in that blue challenger (skrrt)
who gon’ challenge us (who gon)
sos trap around canada (lah lah)
bullets gon vanishya
so much bandz i need a manager (so much bandz)
tell me who gon manage us (who gon?)
tell the opps they can’t handle us
drilling all year around the calendar (run him down)

[verse 3: gd
3 hunned in that challenger (on the dash)
the stash filled up with some calibers (in the stash)
chairs filled up with some animals (demons)
and we stay f*cking smoking on this cannabis (dope n*gga)
swag so sick they wanna hang with us
they hate the gym cuz n*ggas wanna bang wit us
na n*gga cuz you know we brought them thangs with us (bang bang)
and you know my n*ggas ain’t afraid to buss
pull off in that blue challenger (skrt, skrt)
i’m hoodied up so f*ck a camera
this my set then i’m gonna have to vanishya
i shoot you up cuz n*gga ain’t no stabbing ya
i’ll f*ck your b*tch cuz n*gga i got stamina (i do)
then i’m back on the block smoking canned up kush
n*ggas smoke packs of bush (that reggie)
[?] packed your homies then i smoked a bush
then i’m out man to the condo
rollin blunts n*gga in toronto (the 6ix)
i’m passing b*tches like i’m f*cking rondo
and you know b*tch i don’t f*ck around tho
free my f*cking n*ggas he f*cks wit glocks (free em, ksav)
i’m dumping clips, shooting opps
i hit your strip, shoot your block
cp24 someone shot (oopsies)
sos round canada
trappin in and out of canada
pre the block i damage ya (p*ssy)

- pressa gd wassi lyrics

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