Pressa - Head Tap lyrics

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Pressa - Head Tap lyrics

[Intro: Pressa] T-t-t-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap (d.a. got that dope) d.a. [Chorus: Pressa] I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah I ain't no regular thuggy [Verse 1: Pressa] b*tch, punch me in like the buggy (Volk') She wanna ride on the Wagen (Wagen) I'm from the dirt like the maggot So sick and tired of naggin' I took his chain and dangle it (b*tch) Finessin' the plug He got brothers, tie 'em all up I'm in the cut I do business with my gun (Gun) [Chorus: Pressa] I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah This ain't no regular mode (Woah) [Verse 2: Pressa] Foreign, no Honda Accord, huh I pick a b*tch, either or I wear Saint Laurent and Dior She su*k the dick 'til it's sore Traphouse runnin' in the vacant Finna buy a house in the A Just a little something to renovate Boss, we go boating on lakes Shoot it up, then beat the case Tiptronic, change lanes (Lanes) Twenty-five for the change (Change) Twenty-five in chains (Chains) So I'm out here screamin', "Free Pac" Broke ni**as can't keep up Fifth kick in' FIFA It get hot like teacup Build the plug up, but we rob him today (Today) She wanna stay in the Thompson like Klay (Like she Klay) They wanna kick in the door, Jackie Chan (Jackie Chan) I got b*tches and racks in the safe (Rickety-racks) [Chorus: Pressa with Sleepy Hallow] I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah I ain't no regular thuggy I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah This ain't no regular mode [Verse 3: Sleepy Hallow] This ain't no regular pole She throw it back, ain't no regular ho, huh I wear irregular clothes I'm the ni**a that be doin' the most, huh I got 'em losin' hope, huh fu*k is they snoozin' for, huh? Fact, I'll bruise him, bro, don't shoot him I'm finna take his soul, huh I hit that lil' bittie with finesse No sex, only want the neck I'm in your city, better show respect That's on the gang, ni**a, on the set Fly young ni**a, I live on a jet Stop all that stressin', go and get a check Throwin' bullets, tell an opp ni**a, "Catch" (Throwin' bullets, tell an opp, "Catch") [Chorus: Pressa & Sheff G] I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah I ain't no regular thuggy I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah This ain't no regular mode (Look, look) [Verse 4: Sheff G] ni**as know we makin' bail tonight We trained to shoot, you came to fight, huh Aim at your brain tonight Think it's a play until a spike, huh Bands on me Big body, double lanes for me Gang really get to sprayin' for me I make a call, we up at your door like, "Open the vault" Bang with me Bro, you're pussy, you can't hang with me Put in pain or feel the pain from me Up at your spot, heard shooters get shot We bend through your block, huh But they know we full of the realest ni**as, huh ni**as can flex for the internet, they know who really be with the drillin' (Shooter gang, gang, gang, gang) [Chorus: Pressa] I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah I ain't no regular thuggy I keep gettin' this money, uh Head tap, now he do the Dougie, woah, woah This ain't no regular mode (Woah)