Pressa – 50 Wass Bars (Official Music Video)

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Pressa – 50 Wass Bars Official Music Video

Streaming Link:
https://Pressa.lnk.to/GardnerExpressDeluxe

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Lyrics

Uh
My Lolo goin’ crazy
Start cursin’ in Tagalog
If me or not bro, who the greatest in Toronto?
If me or not bro, who the greatest in-
Uh, Press
How much times I did shit and never watched it come back?
I got love for these niggas, same love they never had
See, crodie, he a hitter, think they made him in the lab
The homies locked up, what you doin’ for the gang?
Couple thousand here and there, but a nigga alright
Couple hunnid
You fire, you owe a nigga your whole life
Should be nothin’
Say you liked my song but couldn’t bump it (bump)
Bricks for 33, and then I upped it (trap)
He paid 34, thank God I made a nickel out of four
Thank God I never went like Richie Port’
This shit too wavy, need a board (board)
The yacht too crazy, need a tour (tour)
The water ain’t blue up in the north like this (blue, like this)
I fell asleep, wide awake, uh (wake)
I need a mansion on the hills with a Drac’ by the gate, bruh
I send my addy ’cause, baby, I got guns at my place, girl (huh)
Brand-new foreign but a nigga need rims (rims)
They say you gotta lose and keep on losin’ ’til you win (win)
They say you gotta hate and keep on hatin’ ’til you hit
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it’s a myth
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it’s a myth
Did it all for a Rollie, I figured it’s a risk
It’s ’bout four in the morning, but fuck it, need a nick (nick)
We’ll ball all night just like it’s above the rim
They say never count your eggs before they hatch (no)
Block boy crazy, talkin’, “Grab my Cadillac”
Boy, you got a problem, then go and get your gat (Nina)
‘Cause I ain’t fightin’ niggas unless I’m fightin’ in the can
But boy, you’ll get stabbed
Then click-clack-pow, then it’s boom (boom)
These rap niggas won’t do what I’d do (no)
And niggas tried to rob me in L.A.
I caught that nigga lackin’ on spooks (lack)
Lil’ crodie got a body, need two (two)
You see, baby girl fuckin’ with the Wass (Wass)
She like the way we walk (walk)
She fuckin’ with the bop (bop)
She say she a angel but she hang around with thots
All that money that he be gettin’ never took you to the mall? (Mall)
Got me in the city goin’ crazy, ridin’ dirty (dirty)
Try runnin’ off on me, you gon’ die by the birdy (brr)
They gon’ need six motherfuckers to go bury you (bury)
They know Press Machine like the Mercedes coupe (yeah)
And my junior sing like Ali
‘Member as a little boy, nigga never wanna read
But when I went to jail I read a book like every week
Now I get it in the mail, watch me break it in the street (boom)
Uh, the trap is boomin’, I barely have space
The junkie I’m servin’, the others gotta wait (uh)
In the trap, servin’ Scott, with a brick on 88
If mama hear this record, she gon’ say a nigga bait
If it ain’t me or bro, who the greatest in Toronto? (Uh)
Lolo goin’ crazy, started cursin’ in Tagalog
Trench baby, grew up with no aabe (uh)
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model (model)
Niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
If fiends goin’ crazy then we goin’ fully auto
We jump outta the car ‘fore they comin’-