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B.G. - Press One lyrics
operater: "its 6:56 pm central time, you have a collect call from a louisiana inmate. to Accept, press one." B.g: "greetings hotgirl, whats happening on your end? As for me over here, you know, a lil'chillin Besides that sweetie, i'm just keepin it real Puttin up with these crackers in this hot ass field But you know i'm a soulja, nigga try me and i spank 'em But fuck, all i said was, 'it feels good to be the baby gangsta' Tell momma i asked about her, since she say i don't holla And when i touch down, me and her gonna get a bottle Shorty, i've been hearing that you been wiling out Everyday of the week, tearing the club doors down Whats happening with you woty? you throwing that pussy round Doing this for the lil time that i'm not around Don't get the game twisted, you better not try your luck You know i ain't the one, quickly i'll fuck you up." Chorus: (press one to accept) "i'm in a messed up situation" (press one to accept) "i'm in a fucked up location" (press one to accept) "the whole world can relate" (press one to accept) "its from somebody upstate" That one minuet that i had, done turned into a second I got a day and a wake up left, and i'll be steppin Straight through them iron gates, puttin all this behind me Come in the hood on the 'l' and you will find me Hoppin out of limos, poppin bottles its gravy I know what it means when i get that phone call from baby Lets go to the mercedes, lock and cock something A hard top six, or a drop top six, that would be lovely My shorty thinks, she has 6 more months to play Can't wait to see that dick look up on her face Right now i'm with the fellas, i'll go see her lata Cause she tries to be a slick ass playa But i ain't trippin, its cool, i gotta respect it A s long as she don't get out of line in my presence She still my shorty, gone be my hoe Can't forget that she was there everyday of my joust Chorus: 1 x Now its about that time, i go fuck up her dome Cause she has no idea that this hotboy home It ain't been a day, and i'm already on crome I'm trying to imagine her face and how long that its gonna be, When i hit the porch, And put my soulja ree's through her front door When she still thinks that i have 6 more months I'm creepin down the block, slowly i pull up Jumped out, said "whats up" She laid up there and threw up "whats wrong, don't act like you don't miss ya nigga" She said, "i do, i'm shocked," "come over here and kiss ya nigga I had to come suprise you, because you pissed ya nigga off You don't respect me pussy poppin on nobody's walls You my main bitch My travel with cocaine bitch Set a nigga up, you wanted this position, so maintain bitch" Chorus: 2 x |
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