CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Press Da Button
Yeah, hahaha, nah
I ain't got a clue
I ain't got a clue, yeah
Know tough time never made us humble, wallahi
I spoke to Goddy the other day, he in high spirits
G, I'm p*ssed 'bout that re-call, but it's life
Yeah
Rollin' in the coupe, yeah
Just me and my dude, yeah
He was gonna bring the suzzy, don't like how it shoots, yeah
Now, we drivin' down Lewi Way, bulldog kill a goose, yeah
You on the news, yeah
You on the news, yeah
Live a life like mine, yeah
From a lifе of crime, yeah
Black sheep of the family, my mum will tеll you why, yeah
In and out Her Majesty's, ain't tryna see no trial, yeah
Whippin' in the pot, it's risin' like Basmati rice, yeah
There's rats up in the buildin', I see mice in here
These n***as are some pussies, I smell dykes in here
Before I left the crib, I pray to Allah no one try and rob me
'Cause on my life, they probably lose they life in here
I came up from them mean streets
Three on three, three of each
OT, settin' fire to bandos, been there all week
I told them other black boys they better go back to London
And get the f**k out where I'm trappin', or we gon' bring thunder
Yeah-yeah, and on beats like this, I don't even wanna rhyme
I just wanna talk my pain
If I don't say it on the mic' then I might lose my mind
Ain't seen my daughter for some time
'Cause I been workin' but I got you couple things that change your life, yeah
And your mother probably upset how it turned out, but it's life, yeah
Uh, pressed the b***on on the Range, yeah
Mummy told me I'm insane, yeah
Jakes pulled up at her crib, yeah
She kept it G, and didn't say, a thing
My sister, she the same, a Queen
They ain't nothin' you can say to me
Oh, yeah, I'm made to be, yeah, you
Uh, gotta click it while I fidget
Gotta fidget 'cause I popped another pill
Yeah, that n***a supposed to be my little n***a
How the f**k he turned into a squeal? Yeah
My n***a got hit up, I had to pinch myself
I thought I was dreamin', this ain't real, ah
And you know the bando baby, twenty-nine is livin' life just like a film
Pressed da, pressed da, pressed da b***on on the Range
In a hundred grand Jeep, but a n***a used to sell it in the rain
Mhm, mhm, mhm, sell it in the rain
Press da b***on, press da b***on, press da b***on, press da b***on
Press da b***on on the Range
I ain't got a clue
I ain't got a clue, yeah
Know tough time never made us humble, wallahi
I spoke to Goddy the other day, he in high spirits
G, I'm p*ssed 'bout that re-call, but it's life
Yeah
Rollin' in the coupe, yeah
Just me and my dude, yeah
He was gonna bring the suzzy, don't like how it shoots, yeah
Now, we drivin' down Lewi Way, bulldog kill a goose, yeah
You on the news, yeah
You on the news, yeah
Live a life like mine, yeah
From a lifе of crime, yeah
Black sheep of the family, my mum will tеll you why, yeah
In and out Her Majesty's, ain't tryna see no trial, yeah
Whippin' in the pot, it's risin' like Basmati rice, yeah
There's rats up in the buildin', I see mice in here
These n***as are some pussies, I smell dykes in here
Before I left the crib, I pray to Allah no one try and rob me
'Cause on my life, they probably lose they life in here
I came up from them mean streets
Three on three, three of each
OT, settin' fire to bandos, been there all week
I told them other black boys they better go back to London
And get the f**k out where I'm trappin', or we gon' bring thunder
Yeah-yeah, and on beats like this, I don't even wanna rhyme
I just wanna talk my pain
If I don't say it on the mic' then I might lose my mind
Ain't seen my daughter for some time
'Cause I been workin' but I got you couple things that change your life, yeah
And your mother probably upset how it turned out, but it's life, yeah
Uh, pressed the b***on on the Range, yeah
Mummy told me I'm insane, yeah
Jakes pulled up at her crib, yeah
She kept it G, and didn't say, a thing
My sister, she the same, a Queen
They ain't nothin' you can say to me
Oh, yeah, I'm made to be, yeah, you
Uh, gotta click it while I fidget
Gotta fidget 'cause I popped another pill
Yeah, that n***a supposed to be my little n***a
How the f**k he turned into a squeal? Yeah
My n***a got hit up, I had to pinch myself
I thought I was dreamin', this ain't real, ah
And you know the bando baby, twenty-nine is livin' life just like a film
Pressed da, pressed da, pressed da b***on on the Range
In a hundred grand Jeep, but a n***a used to sell it in the rain
Mhm, mhm, mhm, sell it in the rain
Press da b***on, press da b***on, press da b***on, press da b***on
Press da b***on on the Range
