Pressa – Mansion

Pressa – Mansion Lyrics

Artist: Pressa
Song: Mansion

Uh, ayy
We kick her out of the mansion
Ayy, y’all, look
Uh

She keep on nagging a n#gg# on dumb sh#t
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b#tch
Small things, like look how much n#gg#s you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets

We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to f#ck up the city, destruction
My b#tch just don’t wanna hang and do cute sh#t
(She keep on making up stupid assumptions)

I just bought a Cuban but feel like I got finessed
Her jewelers mixin’ diamonds, wanna know if I got stretched
My n#gg# lookin’ at life, but can’t imagine doing that
His lawyer a hundred thousand, try and come up here with half

I still pull up on anywhere with money on my head
I- I be with them golden childs, gold all in they dreads
And I know some b#tch n#gg#s with problems they won’t address
You see, I done lost my n#gg#, ain’t no tellin’ where he went

I was on the corner eating rice and chicken bowls
I knew I could trust that b#tch with twenty bands that she would hold
Screaming Wassi in every song, man, this sh#t will never get old, uh
Pure cocaine, if it’s not, it won’t get sold

She keep on nagging a n#gg# on dumb sh#t
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b#tch
Small things, like look how much n#gg#s you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets

We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to f#ck up the city, destruction
My b#tch just don’t wanna hang and do cute sh#t
(She keep on making up stupid assumptions)

I just bought some work, and that ho’ bad, I ain’t get kawalled
Now her n#gg#s dope impaired, they really thinkin’ that its raw, uh
I was getting the pack all day for my pops, uh
I was serving the crack cocaine in my mom’s house

Buckets circle the trap all night, merry-go-round
Whatever you do in the dark might come to the light if they talk about it
Bet you wanna come put up a fight, you gotta be grown about it
I could stomp big racks up in these mics, don’t got illegal money

That n#gg#, he got shot up in his eye, he never seen it comin’
I never even gave that b#tch a blah, I told her, “Beat it, honey”
Got so many options, can’t even decide, too many labels want me
Up in the mansion and we livin’ life, n#gg#, we made of money

She keep on nagging a n#gg# on dumb sh#t
You gon’ get yourself kicked out of the mansion, you dumb b#tch
Small things, like look how much n#gg#s you come with
She, uh, she put on a dress and blow trumpets

We, uh, kick her out of the mansion to junction
We known to f#ck up the city, destruction
My b#tch just don’t wanna hang and do cute sh#t
She keep on making up stupid assumptions (Ayy)

My b#tch don’t wanna hang with your b#tch
My b#tch don’t wanna hang with your b#tch
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From the album:
Mansion [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021