| Pressin' all, pressin' all
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| Pressin' all, pressin' all
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| Pressin' all that shit, I’ma fuck wit' her emotions
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| Pressin' all that shit, I’ma fuck wit' her emotions
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| Pressin' all that shit, I’ma fuck wit' her emotions
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| (I will make your corpse dance)
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| So what?
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| Ooh, I’ma shit on you niggas, watch, hah
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| You sold O’s, lil' nigga? |
| I sold P’s
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| Chopper gotta big dick that like to pee-e-e
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| Bullet hit your membrane and hit delete-e-e
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| Now you slee-e-ep, while you lea-ea-eak
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| I’ma sing to your bitch with no Auto-Tune
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| Hundred round choppers ain’t enough, I need a lot of goons
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| Bitch, waking up to no Uber, get out of my room
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| We ain’t talking, money, drugs, or head, then get out of my tomb
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| I’m a incel? |
| Bitch, fuck it, we go very well
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| These niggas eyein' me, they need to fucking get a scale
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| Diamonds on my forehead, buffer than a beta male
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| Cocaine white, Nike Air Force Fishscale
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| You sold O’s, lil' nigga? |
| I sold P’s
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| Chopper gotta big dick that like to pee-e-e
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| Bullet hit your membrane and hit delete-e-e
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| Now you slee-e-ep, while you lea-ea-eak
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| Ayy |