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Orange Jumpsuit Lyrics - Artist : Pressa
Pressa Pressa
Press Machine, Press Machine Press Machine, Press Machine Presserr Only 18 hours in a Toronto cell Screaming Wass gang at the top of lungs I'm like Pressa you know you ain't make back in the cell Jumping off my bunk as soon as breakfast anounnced I'm like Pressa in the building but my opps got a full house They say by morning that's something to rap 'bout (exactly) What Pressa gon rap 'bout? Tried crack me You know I'm used to the hard route Server at my head he say he drift at the next house But I ain't leaving range 'less I leave with a bangout I'm half philipino so I feel like I'm Pacqiao Get coked off of blood you can call it collateral Soon as I'm doing crack you can call me a greyhound Then he grab jump my jumper said he don't need a lockdown Little fucking nigga he wan bring me on workouts But where I come from we neglected to back out Ain't bitch up then so I ain't bitch up now I dun seen niggas Turn bishop now Its me in the back with that one trey pound So its me in the back with my hundred pounds They gon rush me But I couldn't wait I knew niggas gon jump in once a fight was engaged How could you watch your dog fight when you both in the cage He be like Michael in the wire In the sun and we baked That nigga crazy Turning back to range Hit him with a left hook now that nigga dazed Now its a 3 on 1 But that didn't faze Bitch nigga tried to grab my hair but I got it in braids I'm like uh nigga got PressMachine So much blood on the unit guess some time to machine Can't trust a nigga cause these niggas turned frenemies Cause I'm realer than death there ain't no realer than me Now the rumors round the streets that I broke my 2 arms When I sent him to ER Can't take his teeth out cause he already toothless And I left that fight with little scrapes no bruises Niggas ain't real yeah they bitch made Like fuck it all I missed was a birthday I'm feeling like the weather so I'm floyd may They got my ass on a thursday I'm Wassi That Wassi dance more than saucey I was in the hole shadow boxing with Wassi What happens when presa mix this hook with that beat I know the city minds like john tory wheres my key Ay ay ay ay All I really want is my city We can overseas or near me Niggas wan call me for shows now But I ain't even really wanna go now |
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