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Pressikan Lyrics - Artist : Sada Baby
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(Ooh, [?]) Hope a nigga don't think he- Hope a nigga don't think he sweet, huh Huh, hope a nigga don't think I'm sleep, huh Slide on whoever, I ain't trippin' on no pressure We press shit, huh Leave a nigga where I met him, get him left quick, huh I do worst shit to the best bitch I get me a heavy check, make a mess with it Make the big bands, get the big bands, fuck 'em up Make the big racks, get the big racks, fuck 'em up Fuck a opp, tell his bitch ass I'll fuck him up All my niggas top shottas, ain't no runner ups We the type of niggas pop choppas when they runnin' up Get the drop, make him drop out like he a one-and-done, huh Scoob a lotto pick, huh, first overall, huh Two straps on me, huh, FN overalls Wish my opps'll tell the truth, we been hoein' y'all, huh All my opps know it's the truth, we been smokin' y'all, huh Quit cappin', you know Scoob been sendin' shit Real big dawg with them apes, they gon' feel that shit We be everywhere the slimes at, tryna kill them niggas Banana clips and AR choppa sticks, we gon' peel them bitches Your man's a bitch, he know I'm on tip, I'll split his shit Hunnid rounds, we got hollow tips for every clique they with We'll kill an army of them niggas 'cause I got a army Gang, gang, still be in Atlanta with a fire starter We pull right up to Texas tryna throw a party Catch a lil' nigga not payin' attention, Draco hit an artery Retaliation in my blood, revenge a part of me I want a body, I don't give a fuck 'bout no arguin' My big brother want a life, we gon' take that That's the only motherfuckin' thing that add up to pay back Big ice, new baguettes, good shake back More money than they ever had, know they hate that We be outside on the town with the straps on it Ridin' through another nigga hood with them racks on us Boolin' in another nigga bity with them bands, huh Stewie with me, everywhere I go, he on y'all ass Pull up, make y'all crash, in some fast shit, haul ass Shoot the yopper through the glass, pull up throw my bags Slide back to my hood, ride back to my sack Hit the studio and rap about all them niggas dead Hit the funeral and slap his grandmoma while she cryin' Catch a internet thug offline, line him up Push a nigga, gon' end up dead, that's why he had stop replyin', hmm I had to shoot him with the strap 'cause it was mad, huh I gotta keep an extra phone for the Gram, hmm You know we play it how we wanna, outta town Cook a nigga 'bout that beef on the ground Ground beef break a bitch taco, make her smile We make niggas throw they tacos whenever they around They'll never win a round if we strapped up with rounds Had, pull up to niggas studio, he'll do that That's my lil' brother, that's what you got to know that they ain't knew this Back when I had the lil' dreads, he had the two braids, huh Lil' bro a Crip, I'm Piru but we [?], huh We'll kill a nigga for each other to get some new paper Put our best work in and drive him like a new 'Tayga His baby momma know when it's bummin' like a due date Me and all my niggas tied in like a shoelace I got a green light with that chopper like it's 2K I can't keep fuckin' on that booty if it's too fake, duh Hope a nigga don't think he sweet, huh Huh, hope a nigga don't think I'm sleep, huh Slide on whoever, I ain't trippin' on no pressure We press shit, huh Leave a nigga where I met him, get him left quick, huh I do worst shit to the best bitch I get me a heavy check, make a mess with it Make the big bands, get the big bands, fuck 'em up Make the big racks, get the big racks, fuck 'em up |
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