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pressa - canada goose lyrics

[intro: pressa]
uh, uh, na-na-naa
uh, uh, na-na-naa

[chorus: pressa]
canada goose fur, i’m so cold burr (fur, burr)
back to school shopping, i just bought a ruler (thirty)
i’m a shooter, i’ma shoot first (bla, bla)
i done f-cked up and got me in a cruiser (woo, woo, woo)
mercedes-benz coupe, ring a ice cube (benz coupe, ice cube)
live my life so fast, ain’t telling what i might do (might do)
he want smoke blow, 45 colt (bla, bla)
it’s a iso, a.i, michael (bla, jordan)

[verse 1: pressa]
i talk a lot of sh-t ’cause i could back it (up)
got my d-ck in her throat watch her back it (suck)
i’m all about my bread like a fat kid
i’m all about my swag like its fashion
and i’m super savage, grew up as the bad kid (bad kid)
my n-gg-s on your block, call it camping (camping)
they don’t want no static (la, la, la, la)
pull up let ’em have it (bow, bow, bow, bow)
k!llers in the first-degree (first-degree)
uh, a lot of n-gg-s wanna murder me (murder me)
ayy, so i got a glizzy (ayy, ayy)
turn him over like he timothy (turner)

[verse 2: tory lanez]
tory, uh
bang, let it bang, let it shoot (woo)
hit a stain while i’m laying out the coupe (coupe)
with somalis and they down to let it shoot
do do do do do, i clock the p-ssy on a roof (ha)
from the dot where we known to let it go (go)
my n-gg-s they gon’ make a hole up at the door (ayy)
her mama trip i f-cked her in the bando
she said she like the way my wrist is whippin’ on the stove (whip, whip)
with no answer
to bring my n-gg- nesta back i pay the bands up (i pay the bands)
i catch his k!ller, have a real extravaganza (extravaganz)
yeah that’s my plan, this rappin’ sh-t won’t f-ck my plans up (woo)
no, uh-uh, in the goose fur, with the shooters (goose, shoot)
wanna meet the president, you gotta f-ck the bang bros and the crew first (first)
i know the truth hurts (ah)
not only that i got some n-gg-s tryna line me (line)
they wanna find me (find)
n-body help me when i came up so i’m grimey
so many n-gg-s wanna see me out and fly me
i tell ’em, “run up p-ssy, try me” (try me, p-ssy)
tell ’em, “run up p-ssy, find me” (find me)
i been in the dodge with some k!llers right behind me
i remember days when them b-tches weren’t beside me
i remember in the corner cooking up the 9-piece

[verse 3: pressa]
i give it all up, to see my man back
i brought a mop instead, to see my opps dead
i see the same fed, i knew i clocked it
studio trappin’, just for content
’cause i don’t know what they have at the border (border)
all this good mixin’ bad, feelin’ bipolar (bipolar)
if the feds on my tail, i start to floor her (zoom)
big chain on my belly, f-ck a choker (f-ck a choker)
came up off of homers, junkies sleeping over
friday boomin’ but sunday’s little slower (slower)
trappin’ was a hobby, honda was the car key (trap)
8 hunnid for this monclees

[outro: pressa]
big chain on my belly, f-ck a choker
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- pressa lyrics

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