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pressa - wassi callin' lyrics

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[intro]
(money music)
every night i hear w-ssi callin’ x4
press machine
ugh ugh

[verse]
pressa got me fellin’ like the city mine
and n-gg-s ridin’ d-ck just for a co-sign
[?] never shoot a n-gg- much less really grind
i’m my own boss
work on my own time

and n-gg-s hating’ on my baby notice it
and your [?] she the reason why i’m tappin’ it
n-gg-s wanna shoot me but they figiting
and all that side talk i feel like pulling’ it
n-gg-s in my city they ain’t do a lot
they gon’ claim a body another n-gg- caught
flexin’ on the gram wit another n-gg-s watch
i learn to get this money stash it till it rot

what happened to the thrill all my n-gg-s lost
it costs to be a boss so n-gg- whatchu got
and i be sellin’ sh-t way more than amazon
and my b-tch catch a body like she remy ma

they be lyin’ just to know who we really are
watchu shooting’ at the cops for running from the [?]
life in the shopping cart
i’m in the k!lla car
if he be a far
then tell him be a far

can’t afford this [?]
i love to read these n-gg- do my home work
they took my bro w-ss thats my composure
and every dream i dream of him i’m feelin’ closer
and n-gg-s they so normal they so typical
i love to chip a brick and tell my wrist to cool
i been stuntin’ on these n-gg-s like i’m stone cold
and that kick out the fifth felt like a field goal

money like bmo
flyer than ufos
and they say i’m to was w-ssi for the radio
and ain’t no better way than leanin’ on your own
and cops keep tellin’ [?] not to book my show

f-ck this rap sh-t
i used to rap sh-t
reply to a diss song i find it pointless
book your appointment
it get annoying
30 shots so much bullets you couldn’t afford it

soon as the december hit
the getting ricoish
catch it marvel kid
they find it marvelous
black mask, black gloves, black timberlands
and this one goes [?] permanent

she f-ck with savages
that got no milage
and all she wanna do is be my stylist
i made a hunnid [?]
and i live by the courts like i’m [?]
i been runnin’ up the sh-t but no athlete
i live by the court like i’m [?]
i been runnin’ up the sh-t but no athlete
and i got the fifth on my number 30

i been ballin’ on these n-gg-s [?]
i just blew 50k on my lawyer
shordy in la might employ her
but pressa couldn’t even cross the border

pressa armorni
t-shirt givenchy
lately been busy
whipped out a whole key
tryna stay lowkey
smoking’ your homies
(deadmi deadmi deadmi deadmihana)

this game it got slapped like nintendo
n-gg-s want respect with no credentials
and i stay with the stick like a old folk
she got hot now i’m switchin’ up my rental

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