Correction Lyrics 50 Wass Bars by Pressa

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[Intro]
Uh
My lil' nigga [?]
If me or not bro, who the greatest in Toronto?
[?]
Uh, Press

[Verse]
How much times I did shit and never watched it come back?
I got love for these niggas, same love they never had
See, crodie, he a hitter, think they made him in the lab
The homies locked up, what you doin' for the gang?
Couple thousand here and there but a nigga alright
Cuff a honey
You fight a older nigga your whole life
Should be nothin'
Say you liked my song, couldn't bump it (Bump it)
Bricks for thirty-three and then I upped it (Trap)
He paid thirty-four, thank God I made a nickel out of four
Thank God I never went like Richie Porter
This shit too wavy, need a board (Board)
The yacht too crazy, need a tour (Tour)
The water ain't even blue up in the North like this (Blue like this)
I fell asleep, wide awake, uh (Wake)
I need a mansion on the hills with a Drac' by the gate, bruh
I send my addy 'cause baby, I got guns in my place, girl (Huh)
Brand-new foreign but a nigga need rims (Rims)
They say you gotta lose it, keep on losin' 'til you win (Win)
They say you gotta hate 'em, keep on hatin' 'til you hit
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it's a myth
Miss my cro, come back, I figured it's a myth
Did it all for a Rollie, I figured it's a risk
It's 'bout four in the morning, but fuck it, need a nick (Nick)
We'll ball all night just like it's Above The Rim
They say never count your eggs before they hatch (No)
Block boy crazy, talkin', "Grab my Cadillac"
Boy, you got a problem then go and get your gat (Nina)
'Cause I ain't fightin' niggas unless I'm fightin' in the can
But, boy you'll get stabbed
They click-clack-pow then it's boom (Boom)
These rap niggas won't do what I'd do (No)
And niggas tried to rob me in L.A
I caught that nigga lackin' on [Spooks?] (Lack)
Lil' crodie got a body, need two (Two)
You see, baby girl fuckin' with the Wass (Wass)
She like the way we walk (Walk), she fuckin' with the bottle (Bottle)
She say she a angel but she hang around with thots
All that money that he be gettin' never took you to the mall? (Mall)
Got me in the city goin' crazy, ridin' dirty (Dirty)
Try runnin' off on me, you gon' die by the birdy (Brr)
They gon' need six motherfuckers to go bury you (Bury)
They know Press Machine like the Mercedes coupe (Yeah)
And my junior sing like Ali
'Member as a little boy, nigga never wanna read
But when I went to jail I read a book like every week
Now I get it in the mail, watch me break it in the street (Boom)
Uh, the trap is boomin', I barely have space
The junkie I'm servin', the others gotta wait (Uh)
In the trap, servin' Scott, with a brick on eight-eight
If mama hear this record, she gon' say a nigga baked
If it ain't me or bro, who the greatest in Toronto? (Uh)
Lil' bro goin' crazy, started [?] into [?]
Trench baby, grew up with no aabe (Uh)
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model (Model)

[Outro]
Niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
My niece, she so pretty, she a Filipino model
If fiends goin' crazy then we [?]

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