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Bryxn - PRESS PLAY Lyrics



Bryxn - PRESS PLAY Lyrics
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Tell 'em go start, go ready up
They know that I'm already up
Bitch, I been popping like (con)fetti is up
Find a new hobby & stop messing up
When I go drop, all of my dolls are up
Yours? They just be falling out
These bitches is all on my dick, all on my balls, They see that I'm balling now
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
VVS studded out
Bitch, you get gutted out
With these choppas, you get slutted out
All of that Ken shit, cut it out
Tryna jump in shit? Bitch, you know you get butted out
Choppa give round of applause
It's no delay, I'm the boss
Headshot, you won't respawn
These niggas be taking the loss
Bitches is plain though, I'm on a plane though, Counting my play dough
What did they say yo?
They mad I got money, that's all they could say though
I got the prettiest face, skinniest waist
I get it, they mad they erased
Wait, hold up, we not in a race
You just a lil' bitch that I put in her place
Getting this paper, I'm f*cking it up
Hop in that Rover, I'm f*cking it up
How is you subbing but ugly as f*ck?
Talking about "am I just muggy or what?"
Come on bitch, you can just give it up
They Mad(die) as f*ck & I liv(e) it up
Hop on his horse & I giddy up
Matter of fact, we f*cking the city up
Telling these bitches to bow down
I be, getting that money like cash cows
One false move, nigga, pow pow
Eating 'em up, let's take 'em to chow town
If they really wanna come do it
My 30 is next to a 40
Bitch, I'm badder than Billie with jeans
Empty the clip, we airing the scene
Bitch, I been popping these tags
Look at these bags, looking like all of these fags
We never scared of you bitches
'Cause you bitches dumb & your career's in the trash
Nigga just come run it up, run your lil' fade, Pull up to minimum wage
Get rid of all you negative bitches, So Ima just pull out some candles or SAGE
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
I pull up to the curb, I be in that new shit
& when I'm pulling up, I'm bumping all my new shit
They f*ck with me(FWM), they know that I'm really exclusive
(High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop)
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English

Tell 'em go start, go ready up
They know that I'm already up
Bitch, I been popping like (con)fetti is up
Find a new hobby & stop messing up
When I go drop, all of my dolls are up
Yours? They just be falling out
These bitches is all on my dick, all on my balls, They see that I'm balling now
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
VVS studded out
Bitch, you get gutted out
With these choppas, you get slutted out
All of that Ken shit, cut it out
Tryna jump in shit? Bitch, you know you get butted out
Choppa give round of applause
It's no delay, I'm the boss
Headshot, you won't respawn
These niggas be taking the loss
Bitches is plain though, I'm on a plane though, Counting my play dough
What did they say yo?
They mad I got money, that's all they could say though
I got the prettiest face, skinniest waist
I get it, they mad they erased
Wait, hold up, we not in a race
You just a lil' bitch that I put in her place
Getting this paper, I'm f*cking it up
Hop in that Rover, I'm f*cking it up
How is you subbing but ugly as f*ck?
Talking about "am I just muggy or what?"
Come on bitch, you can just give it up
They Mad(die) as f*ck & I liv(e) it up
Hop on his horse & I giddy up
Matter of fact, we f*cking the city up
Telling these bitches to bow down
I be, getting that money like cash cows
One false move, nigga, pow pow
Eating 'em up, let's take 'em to chow town
If they really wanna come do it
My 30 is next to a 40
Bitch, I'm badder than Billie with jeans
Empty the clip, we airing the scene
Bitch, I been popping these tags
Look at these bags, looking like all of these fags
We never scared of you bitches
'Cause you bitches dumb & your career's in the trash
Nigga just come run it up, run your lil' fade, Pull up to minimum wage
Get rid of all you negative bitches, So Ima just pull out some candles or SAGE
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
Press play, run it, no lag, no stop
New game, stack coins, big bags, on top
Level up, boss mode, don't fold, won't flop
High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop
I pull up to the curb, I be in that new shit
& when I'm pulling up, I'm bumping all my new shit
They f*ck with me(FWM), they know that I'm really exclusive
(High score, no cheats, my zone, don't drop)
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Writer: Bryan Riley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Bryxn
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Bryan Riley

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