| Every night I hear Wassi callin' x4
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| Press machine
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| Ugh ugh
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| Pressa got me fellin' like the city mine
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| And niggas ridin' dick just for a co-sign
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| They ain’t never shoot a nigga much less really grind
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| I’m my own boss
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| Work on my own time
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| And niggas hating' on me baby notice it
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| And you’re partially the reason why it’s happening (bad bitch)
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| Niggas wanna shoot me but they fidgeting
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| And all that side talk I feel like pulling' it
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| Niggas in my city they ain’t do a lot (they do the most)
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| They gon' claim a body another nigga caught (they fake)
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| Flexin' on the gram wit another niggas wad
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| I learn to get this money stash it till it rot
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| What happened to the throne all my niggas lost
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| It costs to be a boss so nigga whatchu got (whatchu sell?)
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| And I be sellin' shit way more than Amazon
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| And my bitch catch a body like she Remy Ma
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| They be lyin' just to know who we really are
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| We went from shootin' at the cops for running from the north
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| Life in the shopping cart
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| I’m in the killa car
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| If he ain’t BFR (nascar)
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| Then tell him be a far
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| Can’t afford this name on my disclosure (I can’t)
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| I love to read these nigga do my home work (essay)
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| They took my bro Wass lost my composure (i lost it)
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| And every dream of him of him I feel closer (i'm closer)
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| And niggas they so normal they so typical (typical)
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| I learned to chip a brick and turn my wrist to gold (a rollie)
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| I been stuntin' on these niggas like I’m stone cold (stunna)
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| And that kick out the fifth felt like a field goal (field goal)
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| Money like BMO (BMO)
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| Flyer than UFOs (i'm so fly)
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| And they say I’m too Wassi for the radio (i'm too wass)
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| And ain’t no better way than learnin' on your own
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| And cops keep tellin' venues not to book my show (realshit)
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| Fuck this rap shit
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| I used to wrap shit (wrap shit)
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| Reply to a diss song I find it pointless
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| Book your appointment
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| It get annoying
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| 30 shots so much bullets you couldn’t avoid it (can't, can’t)
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| Soon as the December hit
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| The getting ricoish
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| Project Marvel kid
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| They find it marvelous
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| Black mask, black gloves, black Timberlands
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| And this one gon' scar permanent
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| She fuck with savages
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| That got no milage (she don’t)
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| And all she wanna do is be my stylist (designer bitch)
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| I made a hunnid G’s of LG
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| And I live by the courts like I’m LG
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| I been runnin' up the shit but no athlete (flip phone)
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| I live by the court like I’m LG (courts gang)
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| I been runnin' up the shit but no athlete
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| And I got the fifth on me number 30
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| I been ballin' on these niggas Jalen Poyser
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| I just blew 50K on my lawyer
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| Shordy in LA might employ her (I might)
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| But Pressa couldn’t even cross the border (I can’t)
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| Pressa Armani
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| T-shirt Givenchy
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| Lately been busy
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| Whipped up a whole key
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| Tryna stay lowkey
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| Smokin' your homies
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| (Deadmi Deadmi Deadmi Deadmihana)
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| This game it got slots like Nintendo (64)
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| Niggas want respect with no credentials
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| And I stay with the stick like a old folk
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| She got hot now I’m switchin' up my rental |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wassi Callin' , by - Pressa. Song from the album Press Machine, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп