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Press Machine

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Shit galore, she make 'em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I give her fame now she ran off to New York

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I give her fame now she ran off to New York

I'm on the court probably text her when I'm bored

She seen the 'Rarri, now she want a horse

Gucci couture, and her sunglasses Dior

She like the kid, she say Pressa I adore

She wanted keys, I'm like uh huh you need

And it's really killin' me how you get up in them jeans

Girl you lucky if you get the Press Machine

You ain't for me if you ever bought a drink

Before my fame have you ever thought of me, would you ever consider me

In your mouth, bon appetit

I swear I'm fire they should call me hazardry

And you can taste it just please don't use your teeth

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Shit galore, she make 'em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I give her fame now she ran off to New York

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Shit galore, she make 'em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I give her fame now she ran off to New York

I'm from New York, your boyfriend a dork

Rockford or what, he came with the sword

I need a rate, carry out the Porsche

I'm not in it in the streets, but I'm knockin' at the door

Four hundred on my ring, three hundred on my chain

How you make the jewellers spit five hundred on a chain

They call for interviews, but they ain't shy of me

I think I feel like Birdman, put respect up on my name

These boys they funny, ice cube

Her ring weigh an ice cube

I might just take his main girl, just show him what the fame do

Might pull up in the I8, your boyfriend drive a 82

Or move out to the country, too special to live on Bayview

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I give her fame now she ran off to New York

Forgive me Lord I probably take her on my tour

Shit galore, she make em throw more

She a baddy, she a stripper not a whore

I give her fame now she ran off to New York

New york, she wanna go New York

Yeah she ran off to New York

Pressa, Press Machine

Ay, ay, ay

I gave her fame, I gave her fame

I gave her fame, now she ran off to New York

I gave her fame, she a little whore

Check rom afar, she call me when she bored