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j neat & pressa - rewind lyrics

[intro: pressa]
ah, yeah
(foreverolling)

[chorus: pressa]
if you ain’t down to murder sh+t, then get the f+ck away from me
i put seventeen in this glock, then give lil’ n+gga seventeen
i put sluggah in the blunt, then go sip on some hennessy
i’ve been screamin’, “f+ck my opps,” especially ones that stepped to me
if i’d rewind, i wouldn’t change a thing except my heat
i’m readin’ signs ’cause i’ve been seein’ sh+t, not just in dreams
left with my iron ’cause ain’t no tellin’ who know where i sleep
i’m in denial ’cause i don’t think thesе rappers live like mе, they fall in line

[verse 1: pressa]
if crodie say he tearin’, then i’m [used to?] play with this glock
that switch, it keep on goin’ ’til i release, left in the dark
but everything came to light once i could see i was in the box
boy, ain’t no case my lawyer couldn’t beat
i buy a brick before i go and buy a set of t++th
i feel like they ain’t hot as me, i hit the trap for twenty weeks
call my n+gga 97, judge, he gave him a twenty piece
‘member when he slid on me, we shot back, and he got hit
they know we rob, so plug, he never ever wanna meet
why? now you n+ggas see why
i’ve been boss since knee+high
22 in the lead, wass
[we keep?] 7g, why?
now i’m out in hollywood
lamborghini be h+ll
[chorus: pressa]
if you ain’t down to murder sh+t, then get the f+ck away from me
i put seventeen in this glock, then give lil’ n+gga seventeen
i put sluggah in the blunt, then go sip on some hennessy
i’ve been screamin’, “f+ck my opps,” especially ones that stepped to me
if i’d rewind, i wouldn’t change a thing except my heat
i’m readin’ signs ’cause i’ve been seein’ sh+t, not just in dreams
left with my iron ’cause ain’t no tellin’ who know where i sleep
i’m in denial ’cause i don’t think these rappers live like me, they fall in line

[verse 2: j neat]
ah, but i don’t fall in line, i skipped the line and that’s on me
and i’ve been shootin’ sh+t up for the gang and that’s on three
now how you tryna bite me when i gave you food to eat?
you supposed to be my dog, you left me lonely in the streets
yeah, yeah, uh
i ain’t never trippin’, all i see is redrum
my crodie, he be with me, and i got my drum
if i see one opp, i put smoke in his lungs
’cause i got more, more money, i need more, more funds
i got lot of shots, i make lot n+ggas run
i got lot of problems, but a b+tch ain’t one
i got lot of kids, and your man my son

- j neat pressa lyrics

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