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whyg - press machine lyrics

[intro]
w-ss gang (x3)
gold gliss
you’re already know man, it’s your boy whyg
sos bfr

[chorus]
press machine, he pressing keys
just like pianos, in the trap
we cooking chickens, just like its nandos
i got sunka, i got duga, i got buck-tees in my bando
sos that’s the bros, they say we too hard to handle(x2)

[verse 1]
traphouse doing numbers, door knocking constantly
heard these n-gg-s watching me, because i gotta watch on me
i dare your -ss to try me that’s when you get ah e
northside in the party we locking out the party
and i ball like kyle lowery, and my glizzy half three fifty
seven half (?) your girl gimmie brains she so smart g
she lick my d-ck and she said it taste like smarties
pull up on his block in the gtr, i ran him down cause i don’t know how to shoot from far, i kick the fifth and it look like a shooting star, how you say you know me , you don’t know bfr
henny mix with lean, it put me at mars ,w-ssy in the cut , man that’s rated r and i slide the train or the street car, and the glizzy spits it studders just like a r-t-rd

[verse2}
all i really needed was some lean, all i really needed was some feens, fresh in the box glizzy 50 clips and red beams
guaranteed murder scene shout out my bro ske skeem
cause you know he ain’t the skeem, masked up no halloween
just got a brick for free, tie him up take his sh-t and shoot his -ss up before i leave, ( not finished on break)

- whyg lyrics

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