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50 wass bars - pressa 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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