| She don’t got no stomach, I love it
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| The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
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| And she always said she love me, her slogan
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| She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
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| She, she don’t got no stomach, I love it
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| The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
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| And she always said she love me, her slogan
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| She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
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| I say I’m so BFR, and your bitch know who we are
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| Took your bitch I took her far
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| OT, we do a bar
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| Might fuck shit up when I yard
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| Might just buy myself a mansion, and fuck up (up) the law
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| Went from pouring out Henny to pouring out Perignon
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| Everybody know who we are, I been trapping going hard
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| She know Pressa go bizarre, what’s a sideline to a star
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| Imma small but feelin' large
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| And my trap faster than cars, SRT it’s push to start
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| I got Xans like tar
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| Girl be honest, ballin on be on it
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| And my diamonds flawless
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| Niggas in my city they ain’t like me, they ain’t on it
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| Used to love them bands, now I love Visas in my wallet
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| She don’t got no stomach, I love it
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| The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
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| And she always said she love me, her slogan
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| She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
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| She, she don’t got no stomach, I love it
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| The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
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| And she always said she love me, her slogan
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| She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
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| Lil nigga in the hall, pop a without a ball
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| She so fake like
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| She back it up I need a walk
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| Everybody got a baddie, mine’s just better than yours
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| And all she ever knew, was in it no more
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| She eat silent at the Keg, of a sports bra
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| And sometimes she hit me with that crazy face I couldn’t say no
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| I been buying up the bar, that shit cost me next to none
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| And these niggas claim they ballin', it’s more easier said than done
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| She got pretty for the kid and now she mad I didn’t notice
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| But ma of course I notice, I just can’t make you know it
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| I started getting fame, now these girls they actin' different
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| Now they throw they panties when they didn’t want throw they digits
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| She don’t got no stomach, I love it
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| The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
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| And she always said she love me, her slogan
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| She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit
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| She, she don’t got no stomach, I love it
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| The sex it drive me crazy, a foreign
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| And she always said she love me, her slogan
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| She say I’ma fuck you hard, awkward then she forfeit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Stomach , by - Pressa. Song from the album Press Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп