Pressa – 50 Wass Bars (Official Music Video)

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

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Lyrics

UhMy Lolo goin’ crazyStart cursin’ in TagalogIf me or not bro, who the greatest in Toronto?If me or not bro, who the greatest in-Uh, PressHow much times I did shit and never watched it come back?I got love for these niggas, same love they never hadSee, crodie, he a hitter, think they made him in the labThe homies locked up, what you doin’ for the gang?Couple thousand here and there, but a nigga alrightCouple hunnidYou fire, you owe a nigga your whole lifeShould 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 fourThank 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, bruhI 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 hitMiss my cro, come back, I figured it’s a mythMiss my cro, come back, I figured it’s a mythDid it all for a Rollie, I figured it’s a riskIt’s ’bout four in the morning, but fuck it, need a nick (nick)We’ll ball all night just like it’s above the rimThey 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 canBut boy, you’ll get stabbedThen 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 thotsAll 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 readBut when I went to jail I read a book like every weekNow I get it in the mail, watch me break it in the street (boom)Uh, the trap is boomin’, I barely have spaceThe junkie I’m servin’, the others gotta wait (uh)In the trap, servin’ Scott, with a brick on 88If mama hear this record, she gon’ say a nigga baitIf it ain’t me or bro, who the greatest in Toronto? (Uh)Lolo goin’ crazy, started cursin’ in TagalogTrench baby, grew up with no aabe (uh)My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model (model)Niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino modelMy niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino modelIf fiends goin’ crazy then we goin’ fully autoWe jump outta the car ‘fore they comin’-