Lyrics Me & You - Pressa

Me & You

Russian roulette
I'm in my phone like
Which one I'm flying out
Go pack your bag we go shopping
When you touching down
You got potential baby
I might have to slut you out
You know that thugs
Would break your heart
So why you crying now
Like I don't know what all this attitude's about
And if girls like girls why I can't have none around
Swear you way to grown to be acting like a child
Blue boxes on your birthday only tiff will make you smile
Yeah only tiff will make you smile

She hear press machine like bitches who ain't got no stomach
She hit the doctor how Luigi did Brian Thompson
She so pretty I might have to show her off in public
Grown women but still be lookin 20 somethin
Can't get her Gucci she need Pucci or some new Celine
Court-side and my outfit cost me 20 Gs
Collect calls my nigga see me on the TV screen
My homie he been locked up since like the DVDs

Say I'm a goat up in my city like I'm 23
She getting mad about these bitches but its plenty me
See me and you we go together like we Jack and Jill
See me and you we go together like cereal milk
See me and you go together like dope on the scale
She know my vibe I call her up she poppin 20 pills
She know my vibe I'm off tequila not no Hennessy
See I'm a dog baby I'm a different pedigree
Public figure but for real I'm public enemy
Take her to Florida Toronto vs Miami Heat
Take her to Sexy Fish she know I got the Glock on me
Shawty drop dead gorgeous like a tragedy

Russian roulette
I'm in my phone like
Which one I'm flying out
Go pack your bag we go shopping
When you touching down
You got potential baby
I might have to slut you out
You know that thugs
Would break your heart
So why you crying now
Like I don't know what all this attitude's about
And if girls like girls why I can't have none around
Swear you way to grown to be acting like a child
Blue boxes on your birthday only tiff will make you smile
Yeah only tiff will make you smile