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head tap - pressa lyrics

t*t*t*tap*tap*tap*tap*tap*tap*tap
(d.a. got that dope) d.a.

i keep gettin’ this money, uh
head tap, now he do the dougie, woah
i ain’t no regular thuggy

b*tch, punch me in like the buggy (volk’)
she wanna ride in the wagen (wagen)
i’m from the dirt like the maggot
so sick and tired of naggin’
i’ll take his chain and dangle it (b*tch)
finessin’ the plug
he got bread this time, i love
i’m in the cut
i do business with my gun (gun)

i keep gettin’ this money, uh
head tap, now he do the dougie, woah, woah
this ain’t no regular mode (woah)

foreign, no honda accord, huh
i pick a b*tch, either or
i wear saint laurent and dior
she suck the d*ck ’til it’s sore
traphouse runnin’ in the vacant
finna buy a house in the a
just a little something to renovate
boss, we go boating on lakes
shoot it up, then beat the case
tryna change lanes (lanes)
twenty*five for the chain (chains)
twenty*five in change (change)
so i’m out here screamin’, “free pop”
broke n*ggas can’t keep up
fifth kickin’, fifa
it get hot like teacup
bentley truck got, we ridin’ today (today)
she wanna stay in the thompson like klay (like she klay)
they want kick in the door, jackie chan (jackie chan)
i got b*tches and racks in the safe (rickety*racks)

i keep gettin’ this money, uh
head tap, now he do the dougie, woah
i ain’t no regular thuggy
i keep gettin’ this money, uh
head tap, now he do the dougie, woah, woah
this ain’t no regular mode

this ain’t no regular pole
she throw it back, ain’t no regular ho, huh
i wear irregular clothes
i’m the n*gga that be doin’ the most, huh
i got ’em losin’ hope, huh
f*ck is they snoozin’ for, huh?
black out, bruise him, bro, don’t shoot him
i’m finna take his soul, huh
i hit that lil’ bittie with finesse
no s*x, only want the neck
i’m in your city, better show respect
that’s on the gang, n*gga, on the set
fly young n*gga, i live on a jet
stop all that stressin’, go and get a check
throwin’ bullets, tell an opp n*gga, “catch”
(throwin’ bullets, tell an opp, “catch”)

n*ggas know we makin’ bail tonight
we tryna shoot, you came to fight, huh
aim at your brain tonight
think it’s a play until it’s white
bands on me
big body, double lanes for me
gang really get to sprayin’ for me
i make a call, we up at your door like, “open the vault”
bang with me
boy, you p*ssy, you can’t hang with me
put in pain or feel the pain from me
up at your spot, heard shooters get shot
we bend through your block, huh
but they know we full of the realest n*ggas, huh
n*ggas can flex for the internet, they know who really be drillin’ (shooter gang, gang, gang, gang)

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