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lirik lagu attachments remix lyrics pressa ft. coi leray – pressa

[chorus: pressa]
i couldn’t believe it
soon as i bought my cuban chain, she called me back
soon as i iced out on my wrist, she got attached
and see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments
for all these b*tch ass n*ggas that try circle back
sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
sizzlac dead and they don’t post him on the ‘gram
say “free my n*ggas”, swing his knife all in the cam
you see that could and couldn’t sh*t, he want him dead

[verse 1: pressa]
boy play with me, we got glock’s in bnb’s
and there’s a difference from a robber and a thief
taliban ain’t do no drugs but when he k!ll sh*t, he get geeked
i knew that n*gga was dead
when he poppеd up on my feed
my opps, they crippin’ but lately they had to bleed
see, uh, that glock right on my lap, not undеr the seat
free my n*gga, he a nightmare he a dream
hit the floor, pray for my n*ggas for the mail they won’t receive
they got my n*gga behind the wall
and crodie k!ll so much sh*t that he had to find allah
and murder, murder, murder we broke more sh*t than the law
lil’ b*tch i hit that beat and walk that sh*t just like a park
on lil’ bro, put ’em youngins in the car and tell ’em go
wrap the plug if we can’t get him to wrap his little bro
from the 6ix, but i got thirty*six all in the brick
my og, he so goofy, he ain’t know that i was here
[chorus: pressa]
i couldn’t believe it
soon as i bought my cuban chain, she called me back
soon as i iced out on my wrist, she got attached
and see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments
for all these b*tch ass n*ggas that try circle back
sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
sizzlac dead and they don’t post him on the ‘gram
say “free my n*ggas”, swing his knife all in the cam
you see that could and couldn’t sh*t, he want him dead

[verse 2: coi leray]
yeah, let’s go
uh, yeah
f*ck the fake
me and my n*ggas great
we gon’ get this cake
don’t give a f*ck what they say
pop bottles like b*tch, we made it
on top, was a little bit of patience
i’m different, you b*tches basic
yeah, still can’t believe that i made it
go to war with you ’round me
and f*ck whoever doubted me (doubted me)
my grandma, gone but i know she proud of me, yeah
and i promise ain’t no stopping me, yeah*yeah (let’s go)
yeah, broke n*ggas make me sick, yeah
gucci gon’ match this fit, yeah
everyday, b*tch, we lit, go
get it how you live
watch us all get rich
make these haters sick, uh
they won’t believe it
[chorus: pressa & coi leray]
i couldn’t believe it
soon as i bought my cuban chain, she called me back
soon as i iced out on my wrist, she got attached
and see on dates, she see this glizzy got attachments
for all these b*tch ass n*ggas that try circle back
sluggah got hit up in the party, did a dance
sizzlac dead and they don’t post him on the ‘gram (let’s go)
say “free my n*ggas”, swing his knife all in the cam (pressa)
you see that could and couldn’t sh*t, he want him dead (pressa

- pressa

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