n.v.t spice ain't pressed şarkı sözleri

I swear I did some things that I ain't repeating My team we eating, route forty-three late night we speeding Came a long way my head receding, they were just using me Showed me fake love just to get what they need then leave me They ain't really mean what they said misleading Down there playin wit my head succeeding Ain't pressed bout shit bout a bitch too easy, cold heart i'm freezing Dropped to her knees like my name Jesus Show no love my love exceeded I dont wanna hug, wanna f*ck, tryna bust me a nut Now you all out of luck this evening Finna hit your friend cause I know she fiening Hoes on the line tryna catch this semen Know my time just stuck on demon, please don't give me a reason Mister big steppa ain't got no creases, game on lock had to drop some pieces Cause I just don't give a f*ck if you knock you get bucked So u better not hit my cell phone, i'm the one that had your bail gone I swear you did me dead wrong I got the board on a break just know i'm stunning Seven-five from the field that's how i'm coming Pulling up fresh as hell but smell like onions She wanna cop this wood like i'm paul bunyan Man look what you did to me Talk hella tough but really you ain't even on nothing You the reason why i'm really out here bugging Ain't been pressed about giving out lovin Out in the streets you know im juggin Keeping that pressure moving Had to go cop that heater, focused on work can't stress no skeezer I just wanna rock with a vibe we don't fight all the time Cause that shit drives me crazy Saying look what you made me, that's not how momma raised me Ain't pressed bout shit bout a bitch too easy, cold heart im freezing Dropped to her knees like my name Jesus Show no love my love exceeded I don't wanna hug, wanna f*ck, tryna bust me a nut Now you all out of luck this evening Finna hit your friend cause I know she fiending Hoes on the line tryna catch this semen Know my time just stuck on demon, please don't give me a reason Mister big steppa ain't got no creases, game on lock had to drop some pieces Cause I just don't give a f*ck if you knuck you get bucked So you better not hit my cell phone, i'm the one that had your bail gone I swear you did me dead wrong I get to it when I start i'm not stoppin, if a nigga out of line know i'll drop em On snap tryna front, he was cap from the jump Got the strap in the trunk, you still talking He a ghost in a house we still mobbin Whole team up got the opps conceding No one on the clock tryna plot retreating Everybody locked in case they greening Ain't pressed bout shit bout a bitch too easy, cold heart im freezing Dropped to her knees like my name Jesus Show no love my love exceeded I don't wanna hug, wanna f*ck, tryna bust me a nut Now you all out of luck this evening Finna hit your friend cause I know she fiending Hoes on the line tryna catch this semen
Sanatçı: N.V.T Spice
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