stillman It's not for me to say you love me It's not for me to say you'll always care Oh, but here for the moment I can hold you fast And press your
bed marks know I got the key to get the girls Noses open like the vapors, more pub than the papers More papers than the press, oh yes I gets paid
make your bed rock (niki minaj) ok i get it let me think i guess its my turn maybe its time to put this pussy on your sideburns he said im bad and he probably right he pressing
fitted down to his sneakers I really do mean this I aint never seen this, there was some people standin in between us Had to go over there so I could meet
down to his sneakers I really do mean this I ain't never seen this There was some people standin' in between us Had to go over there so I could meet
eyes I poured some wine I asked your name, you asked the time Now it's two o'clock The club is closed and we're up the block Your hands on me Pressing
that you die quick, click the vision Greed lies ambition, five slugs for the mission Seven 'cause you go to the Heaven or Hell and dwell To meet your
had all this time to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to wimp out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently waitin' for the day That we finally meet
All you motherfuckers, take that Here, take this too, bitch, uh, uh, uh, uh, waaho We're killin' all you motherfuckers dead, all of you Fake ass gangsters, no more press, no more press
for the press of london town Ya love fi build man up and fi knock him down Lets hear it, lets hear it's the for the press of london town Ya love fi build
off my chest like a bench-press, I sense death in the air, but its nothing for me, Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it? You
lunchroom, you meet your doom Someone is lookin at your sharper than a tablespoon Use your hands like a man, don't go out like a chump Never 'fess, bench press
is cool but Romell is cooler The bell rang 'cuz I started to talk Yet the class is not there no more (Yo Red, where'd you meet her?) At the playground
grass is Gotta up on the shape glasses Niggas get blasted Handing out cash's And caskets gotta bake bread like the basket Bastards! Rappers can't outlast the masters Press
[Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money Ia??m a printing press When it come to being Trill Ia??m a litmus test I run it like a fitness test
[Bun B - Verse 1] Now when it come to making money I'm a printing press When it come to being Trill I'm a litmus test I run it like a fitness test And
leviathan Can't hang unless you swing by the neck Untempered instrumentals got you smooth As thinking continental cruise Your core bruise until your spine and Press
in, fire's in You dwelling in hell where them snitch niggaz lyin, friend Ya skin start bubbling from in the hot oven Say peace to my man down there, K-Dozen It's Ghost, pressing