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Press Machine

Press Machine

Press Machine

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

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, and her sunglasses Dior

She let the kid, she say Pressa I adore

She wanted keys, im like uh huh you need

And it’s really killin me, how you get up in those jeans

Girl you lucky if you get the Press Machine

You ain’t for me if you never bought a drink

Before my fame have you ever thought of me, would you ever consider me in your

mouth bon appitit

I swear I’m fire they should call me hazardry

And you can taste it just please don’t use your teeth

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

I’m her New York, your boyfriend a dork

, he came with a sword

I need a wraith, I need 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 jewellers spit 500 on a chain

They call for interviews, but they ain’t Charlamagne

I think I feel like Birdman, 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 A2

Or move out to the country, too special to live on bayview

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I gave her fame now she ran off to New York

Forgive me lord I probably take all my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I gave her fame now she ran off to New York