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cool, calm & collected - pressa lyrics

[intro: swae lee]
ooh
yeah, uh

[chorus: swae lee]
cool, calm and collected (collected)
countin’ up a check just to run through it (run through it)
hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that sh*t (do that)
playin’ my position, top one, f*ck a top ten (ten)
pourin’ up drank (yeah), baby come take a sip (sip)

[post*chorus: swae lee]
high speed in foreign cars, we playin’ (playin’)
only thing i’m rollin’ up is tank, tank (gas tank)
i’m tryna get rid of this taste (taste)
no trust, i know they two*faced

[verse 1: swae lee]
a13 to the 305 in miami
shawty gon’ come out her panties (panties)
good pipe gon’ f*ck up her hairpiece (hairpiece)
yeah, yeah, yeah
pass me that motherf*ckin’ light, please (light green)
yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
park it up (uh)
first one, spark it up (spark it up)
[?]
one more dollar bill, they gon’ bust it
buns enough
the hatin’ you did, it wasn’t enough (‘nough)
f*ck that talkin’ tough because that sh*t speaks for itself (yeah)
i could go to toronto with pressa (yeah)
my b*tch, she calm in a lecture (lecture)
we’re slidin’ around, presidential
[chorus: swae lee]
cool, calm and collected (collected)
countin’ up a check just to run through it (run through it)
hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that sh*t (do that)
playin’ my position, top one, f*ck a top ten (ten)
pourin’ up drank (yeah), baby come take a sip (sip)

[verse 2: pressa]
cool, calm and collected (cool)
runnin’ up a check, b*tch (check)
bricks of that cocaine (coke), heavily invested
she fell in love with [?] and herbal essence
brand*new glock put him nighty*night (night)
ain’t do no wrestlin’
audemar, it’s a plain jane (plain), and it’s a classic (classic)
couldn’t cross me ’cause press machine, he ain’t catholic
certify this trap sh*t (trap)
trip to miami (trap)
bricks in the camry
hunnid shots when i win my grammy
i’m in the club and i’m with swae
she asks me what my neck, i told her, “it’s a hunnid k”
i’m sellin’ drugs, baby
i’ve been workin’ in the stu’ like f*ck the club, baby (club)
i told her, “fly and tell [?] that god gave me” (god)
[chorus: swae lee]
cool, calm and collected (collected)
countin’ up a check just to run through it (run through it)
hatin’ on another man, nah, we don’t do that sh*t (do that)
playin’ my position, top one, f*ck a top ten (ten)
pourin’ up drank (yeah), baby come take a sip (sip)

[outro: pressa]
i’m in the club and i’m with swae
she asks me what my neck, i told her, “it’s a hunnid k”

- pressa lyrics

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