pressa, houdini & 6ixbuzz – mansion lyrics
[intro: pressa]
oh, aye
we kick her out of the mansion
ayo, look
uh
[chorus: pressa & houdini]
she keep on nagging a n+gga on dumb sh+t
you gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b+tch
small things, like look with how many n+ggas you come with
she, uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
we, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
we known to f+ck up the city, destruction
my b+tch just don’t wanna hang and do cute sh+t
she keep on making up stupid assumptions
[verse 1: pressa]
i just bought a cuban but feel like i got finessed
her jewelers mixing diamonds, wanna know if i got stretched
my n+gga lookin’ at life, but can’t imagine doing that
his lawyer a hundred thousand, try and come up here with half
i still pull up on anywhere with money on my head
i+i be with them golden childs, gold all in their dreads
and i know some b+tch n+ggas with problems they won’t address
you see i done lost my n+gga, ain’t no tellin’ where he went
i was on the corner eating rice and chicken bones
i know i could trust that b+tch with twenty bands, that she would hold
screaming wassi in every song, man, that sh+t will never get old
pure cocaine, if it’s not it won’t get sold
[chorus: pressa & houdini]
she keep on nagging a n+gga on dumb sh+t
you gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b+tch
small things, like look with how many n+ggas you come with
she, uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
we, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
we known to f+ck up the city, destruction
my b+tch just don’t wanna hang and do cute sh+t
she keep on making up stupid assumptions
[verse 2: houdini]
i just bought some work, and that ho’ bad, i ain’t get kawalled
now her n+ggas dope impaired, they really thinkin’ that its raw (uh)
i was getting the pack all day for my pops (uh)
i was serving the crack cocaine in my moms house
bl!cky circle the trap all night, merry+go+round
whatever you do the dark, might come to the light if they talk about it
bet you wanna come put up a fight, gotta be grown about it
i could stomp it, racks up in these mics, don’t got illegal money
that n+gga he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it coming
i never even gave that b+tch a blah, i told her “beat it honey”
got so many options can’t even decide, too many labels on me
up in the mansion and we livin’ life, n+gga we made the money
[chorus: pressa & houdini]
she keep on nagging a n+gga on dumb sh+t
you gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b+tch
small things, like look with how many n+ggas you come with
she, uh, she put on her dress and blow trumpets
we, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
we known to f+ck up the city, destruction
my b+tch just don’t wanna hang and do cute sh+t
she keep on making up stupid assumptions
[outro: pressa]
my b+tch don’t wanna hang with your b+tch
my b+tch don’t wanna hang with your b+tch
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