Top Songs By Pressa
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pressa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinton Gardner
Songwriter
Jakob D Hagemann
Songwriter
Justin Chen
Songwriter
Dhavan Dayananda
Songwriter
Lyrics
I mix Amiri with a white T, She aint never met a **** like me, She aint never met a vibe like this, record deal I can't hit and miss, long way from a quarter brick, plenty nights I been going through it and nobody ever notice it, we put up a fight, I need blood all on my face by end of the night, lil bitch I fill up my Glock I know the beat it sound like a knife, he want a penthouse top of the roof but he scared of heights, Where the love I don't know, **** fold but mines won't, the devil tryna take my soul, momma trippin she getting worried, a **** so heavy like how did she carry me, I pray to god but not bloody marry, reciting the prayer I wonder if he hear me out, I took the long way I re-route I feel like I'm rowdy rebel, He gettin shells like Donatello, I hate the club just like my bitch but we pulling up at Bootsy Bellows, My bitch is badder then several, don't know what it is but my bitch is bougie and its so hard to say hello (world) I aint no regular ****, just me and my Glock and hitters, I aint no regular sipper, this 42 fuck up my liver, I wonder if he in or out, That FN it go in out, I wonder if he'll sell me out, that loyalty got no amount, Where the love I don't know, **** fold but mines won't, the devil tryna take my soul, tell me something a **** don't know, momma trippin she getting worried, a **** so heavy like how did she carry me, I pray to god but not bloody marry, reciting the prayer I wonder if he hear me out
Written by: Dhavan Dayananda, Jakob D Hagemann, Quinton Gardner, 陳忠義