Pressin’ lyrics
by Kash Doll
[Intro]
(Music Majorx)
(B100)
[Chorus: Kash Doll]
b*tch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pus*y for some paper, sh*t don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a b*tch smack
Lil' b*tch done bought a body, but her pus*y whack, ha
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
f*ck with a lame n*gga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
[Post-Chorus: Kash Doll]
Shooter got a gun with a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'? (Who thеy pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who thеy pressin'?)
Body lookin' mean in Céline, that's how I'm dressin'
n*gga thought a b*tch was in love, I was finessin', ha
[Verse 1: Kash Doll]
Diamonds bustin', almost got my f*ckin' wrist pregnant
Got my weight up on these n*ggas like I'm bench pressin'
Diamonds white like I bought these b*tches straight from heaven
Back hurt from all this walkin', I can't stop the steppin', ayy
[Pre-Chorus: Kash Doll]
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
[Chorus: Kash Doll]
b*tch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pus*y for some paper, sh*t don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a b*tch smack
Lil' b*tch done bought a body, but her pus*y whack, ha
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
f*ck with a lame n*gga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'
[Post-Chorus: Kash Doll & Tee Grizzley]
Shooter got a gun with a beam, he ain't guessin'
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Body lookin' mean in Céline, that's how I'm dressin' (Oh, yeah)
n*gga thought a b*tch was in love (Huh?), I was finessin', ha (Oh, yeah)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
I send bro at n*ggas' b*tches 'cause I'm faithful (You know I'm married, b*tch)
I bet you hoes'll never see the Van Cleef bangle (You ain't gon' get that)
Lil Horse don't care how old you is, that boy'll spank you (Frrt, frrt)
Wish I could ungive n*ggas sh*t, they ass ungrateful (They ass ungrateful)
Door kicker, I turned the city up then brought that bag 'round (I did)
You gon' think bro 'nem do track and field when you get ran down (Come here)
Mention me, I don't even know n*ggas, they asses fanned out
f*ck that though, my pockets thick as f*ck, they look like Kash Doll (Oh, yeah)
b*tch, if God ain't want me blessed, he wouldn't have blessed me (I said, "Amen")
b*tch, if God wanted you blessed, he would've blessed you (I said, "Amen")
I got a mouth piece, my b*tch horny when I text her
Real boss, ain't gotta be there, I still run sh*t in my section (n*gga, I run sh*t)
[Chorus: Kash Doll]
b*tch, I'm petty 'bout my dough, I don't play 'bout that
Gave the pus*y for some paper, sh*t don't work like that
Got a temper, God, help me, need a b*tch smack
Lil' b*tch done bought a body, but her pus*y whack, ha
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
Who they pressin'? (Who they pressin'?)
f*ck with a lame n*gga once, learned my lesson
Lost a couple bags on the way, I ain't stressin'