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letra de president's choice (pc) - pressa

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
quit the cap n-gga, you ain’t even vp
n-gga drop an album, couldn’t talk to my ep (nah)
i spent two hundred on the bp
crodie on the run, they put his face on the tv
n-gga i’m a gangster, you a pc
i was in the kitchen cookin’ dope, bumpin’ jeezy (trap)
they know i hit your block with this 2-3
n-gga get your chain back, n-ggas got your jewelry (b-tch)
i smoke a n-gga like a loose leaf
k!ller and a rapper in this b-tch like lil boosie
uh, they know that i’m richer than these goofies
ask about press’ he got bodies in jacuzzies
they know that i play for the 6ix but i ain’t mo pete (nah)
he ain’t wanna jump out thе v, he got cold feet
they know i’m a gangster, еver since a little shorty
and they can’t put dirt on my name i got ocd

[verse]
high speed 407 with the opp
he ain’t never rob a n-gga on the ttc
they know i’m so connected like a lte
5 flying out to ye he’s so lgb
reddit on my d-ck, get of my joc
bfr the label i’m so llc
every time i’m in the city i got 2-3 heat
i don’t really need alot, pull up 2-3 deep
maybach or benz, ain’t talkin’ gle
choppers on deck, ain’t talkin’ nle
see 5 just a actor, should be on ytv
that n-gga a rat he might just tell on me
i can get you whacked for only 3-4 g’s (yeah)
baby2 in the cut, he got like 3-4 b’s (trap)
i just got a call from my lil’ bitty and n-ggas couldn’t f-ck my lil’ thots in the city
n-ggas play the ‘net like they brunson
he ain’t k!ll n0body, not even a bunskin (huh?)
[chorus]
quit the cap n-gga, you ain’t even vp
n-gga drop an album, couldn’t talk to my ep (nah)
i spent two hundred on the bp
crodie on the run, they put his face on the tv
n-gga i’m a gangster, you a pc
i was in the kitchen cookin’ dope, bumpin’ jeezy (trap)
they know i hit your block with this 2-3
n-gga get your chain back, n-ggas got your jewelry (b-tch)
i smoke a n-gga like a loose leaf
k!ller and a rapper in this b-tch like lil boosie
uh, they know that i’m richer than these goofies
ask about press’ he got bodies in jacuzzies
they know that i play for the 6ix but i ain’t mo pete (nah)
he ain’t wanna jump out the v, he got cold feet
they know i’m a gangster, ever since a little shorty
and they can’t put dirt on my name i got ocd

[outro]
and they can’t put dirt on my name i got ocd
and they can’t put dirt on my name i got ocd

- pressa

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