N.V.T Spice - Ain't Pressed

I swear I did some things that I ain't repeating
My team we eating, route forty-three late night we speeding
Came a long way my head receding, they were just using me
Showed me fake love just to get what they need then leave me
They ain't really mean what they said misleading
Down there playin wit my head succeeding
Ain't pressed bout shit bout a bitch too easy, cold heart i'm freezing
Dropped to her knees like my name Jesus
Show no love my love exceeded
I dont wanna hug, wanna fuck, tryna bust me a nut
Now you all out of luck this evening
Finna hit your friend cause I know she fiening
Hoes on the line tryna catch this semen
Know my time just stuck on demon, please don't give me a reason
Mister big steppa ain't got no creases, game on lock had to drop some pieces
Cause I just don't give a fuck if you knock you get bucked
So u better not hit my cell phone, i'm the one that had your bail gone
I swear you did me dead wrong
I got the board on a break just know i'm stunning
Seven-five from the field that's how i'm coming
Pulling up fresh as hell but smell like onions
She wanna cop this wood like i'm paul bunyan
Man look what you did to me
Talk hella tough but really you ain't even on nothing
You the reason why i'm really out here bugging
Ain't been pressed about giving out lovin
Out in the streets you know im juggin
Keeping that pressure moving
Had to go cop that heater, focused on work can't stress no skeezer
I just wanna rock with a vibe we don't fight all the time
Cause that shit drives me crazy
Saying look what you made me, that's not how momma raised me
Ain't pressed bout shit bout a bitch too easy, cold heart im freezing
Dropped to her knees like my name Jesus
Show no love my love exceeded
I don't wanna hug, wanna fuck, tryna bust me a nut
Now you all out of luck this evening
Finna hit your friend cause I know she fiending
Hoes on the line tryna catch this semen
Know my time just stuck on demon, please don't give me a reason
Mister big steppa ain't got no creases, game on lock had to drop some pieces
Cause I just don't give a fuck if you knuck you get bucked
So you better not hit my cell phone, i'm the one that had your bail gone
I swear you did me dead wrong
I get to it when I start i'm not stoppin, if a nigga out of line know i'll drop em
On snap tryna front, he was cap from the jump
Got the strap in the trunk, you still talking
He a ghost in a house we still mobbin
Whole team up got the opps conceding
No one on the clock tryna plot retreating
Everybody locked in case they greening
Ain't pressed bout shit bout a bitch too easy, cold heart im freezing
Dropped to her knees like my name Jesus
Show no love my love exceeded
I don't wanna hug, wanna fuck, tryna bust me a nut
Now you all out of luck this evening
Finna hit your friend cause I know she fiending
Hoes on the line tryna catch this semen

Written by:
Dolphin Mitchell

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