letra de pressin' my bunk - boldy james & harry fraud
[intro]
(la música de harry fraud)
[verse 1]
scar tissue, what was left from that ar pistol
sunflower seeds everywhere, look like a shark bit you (grrt)
[?] with the tool, keep a power drill (it’s a drill)
i feel like meechie, cookin’ up in a pair of forms (free the guys)
gucci adidas with the creatures, tryna bear the storm (227)
same lil’ moochie off of belvidere and warren (eastside)
i drop a nickel, they gon’ smack you by end of the week (where you at?)
another dimed, he ain’t gon’ get to live to see the morning (not at all)
n-ggas out here holdin’ on by the skin of their t–th
while i’m at the table hookin’ up, settin’ dinner for three
all of these starships and rockets, feel like outer sp-ce (yeah)
foreigns double-parked all on your block, sh-t look out of place
before the clock struck noon, i ran up a bankie
twistin’ up a sixty-two, wrist h-lla janky (skrrt, skrrt)
caught a flight on grand river, had to call perky
in the spig with my k!llers and we all scurry
[chorus]
this new sh-t’ll make your toes curl
brick of him and her, know we got the best of both worlds (yeah)
movie clip reels, ghetto steven spielberg (uh-huh)
curbside service, tell ’em, “pull up to the self-serve” (pull up)
good dope sell itself on them trail ways (a1)
murder-for-hire, had to pick me up a sk!ll tray
did what i had to do to get the bills paid (where we at?)
pressin’ my bunk, daydreamin’ ’bout the big stage
[verse 2]
this sh-t was all a blur
it get so cold in the d, i went and bought a fur (too chilly)
highbridge to [?], i got ghetto love
for sellin’ drugs, n-ggas made it do what it do
unless you talkin’ codeine, don’t do medicinal
nine zips on the scale, that’s a two-fifty-two (a quarter brickie)
cash and carry, i can never do munic-p-l (nah)
fresh up out that [?] cl!ck, i’m the new mystikal (stay dangerous)
still’ll rape a n-gga village like i came to pillage
still’ll take a n-gga face he don’t pay his ticket (real k!ller)
hands-on with the bag, know i’m tray-pecific (hands-on)
exchangin’ cash for goods and ancient artifacts (where we at?)
had a chrome heart attack, went in a cartier (jack god)
sold him a fistful of beans, that’s a party pack
don’t get me started, drop a fifty on your starter cap (uh)
started with a fifty, now the bag big as pharma jack
[chorus]
this new sh-t’ll make your toes curl
brick of him and her, know we got the best of both worlds (yeah)
movie clip reels, ghetto steven spielberg (uh-huh)
curbside service, tell ’em, “pull up to the self-serve” (pull up)
good dope sell itself on them trail ways (a1)
murder-for-hire, had to pick me up a sk!ll tray
did what i had to do to get the bills paid (where we at?)
pressin’ my bunk, daydreamin’ ’bout the big stage
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