Pressa - New York lyrics

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Pressa - New York lyrics

Press Machine Press Machine Press Machine Forgive me lord i probably take all my [?] sh** galore, she make em throw more She a baddy, she a stripper not a who*e I gave her fame now she ran off to New York Forgive me lord i probably take all my [?] sh** galore, she make em throw more She a baddy, she a stripper not a who*e I gave her fame now she ran off to New York I’m on the court probably text her when i’m bored She seen the rarri, now she want a horse Gucci couture, sungla**es Dior She let it [?], she say Pressa i adore She wanted keys, im like uh huh you need And it’s really k**in me how you get up in those jeans Girl you lucky if you get the Press Machine You wait for me if you ever thought a drink Before my fame have you ever thought of me, would you ever consider me in your [?] bon appitit I swear i’m fire they should call me [?] And you can taste it just please don’t use your teeth Forgive me lord i probably take all my [?] sh** galore, she make em throw more She a baddy, she a stripper not a who*e I gave her fame now she ran off to New York Forgive me lord i probably take all my [?] sh** galore, she make em throw more She a baddy, she a stripper not a who*e I gave her fame now she ran off to New York I’m her New York, your boyfriend a dork [?], who came with the sword I need a wraith, [?] out the porsche I’m not in it in the streets, but i’m knockin on the door 400 on my ring, 300 on my chain How you make the j**lers [?] chain They call for interviews, but they ain’t shy of me I think i [?] put respect up on my name These boys they funny, ice cube Her ring weigh an ice cube I might just take his main girl, to show him what the fame do Might pull up in the i8, your boyfriend drive an 82 Or move out to the country, too special to live on bayview Forgive me lord i probably take all my [?] sh** galore, she make em throw more She a baddy, she a stripper not a who*e I gave her fame now she ran off to New York Forgive me lord i probably take all my [?] sh** galore, she make em throw more She a baddy, she a stripper not a who*e I gave her fame now she ran off to New York