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Pressa Canada Goose


Uh, uh, na-na-naa
Uh, uh, na-na-naa

Canada goose fur, I'm so cold burr (fur, burr)
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (thirty)
I'm a shooter, I'ma shoot first (bla, bla)
I done f..cked up and got me in a cruiser (bla, bla, bla)
Mercedes-Benz coupe, ring a ice cube (Benz coupe, ice cube)
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (might do)
He want smoke blow, 45 coke (bla, bla)
It's a ISO, ayy I'm Michael (bla, Jordan)

I talk a lot of shit 'cause I could back it (up)
Got my dick in her throat watch her back it (suck)
I'm all about my bread like a fat kid
I'm all about my swag like its fashion
And I'm super savage, grew up as the bad kid (bad kid)
My niggas on your block, call it camping (camping)
They don't want no static (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Pull up let em have it (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Killers in the first-degree (first-degree)
Uh, a lot of niggas wanna murder me (murder me)
Ayy, so I got a glizzy (ayy, ayy)
Turn him over like he Timothy (Turner)

Canada goose fur, I'm so cold burr (fur, burr)
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (thirty)
I'm a shooter, I'ma shoot first (bla, bla)
I done f..cked up and got me in a cruiser (bla, bla, bla)
Mercedes-Benz coupe, ring a ice cube (Benz coupe, ice cube)
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (might do)
He want smoke blow, 45 coupe (bla, bla)
It's a ISO, ayy I'm Michael (bla, Jordan)

I give it all up, to see my man back
I brought a mobster, to see my opps dead
I see the same fed, I knew I clocked it
Studio trappin', just for content
'Cause I don't know what they have at the border (border)
All this good mixin' bad, feelin' bipolar (bipolar)
If the feds on my tail, I start to floor her (boom)
Big chain on my belly, f..ck a chocker (fuck a chocker)
Came up off of home raids, Chucky sleeping over
Friday boomin' but Sunday's little slower (slower)
Trappin' was a hobby, Honda was the car key (trap)
Ayy, hunnid for this Monclees

Canada goose fur, I'm so cold burr (fur, burr)
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (thirty)
I'm a shooter, I'ma shoot first (bla, bla)
I done f..cked up and got me in a cruiser (bla, bla, bla)
Mercedes-Benz coupe, ring a ice cube (Benz coupe, ice cube)
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (might do)
He want smoke blow, 45 coupe (bla, bla)
It's a ISO, ayy I'm Michael (bla, Jordan)

Big chain on my belly, f..ck a chocker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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