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Letra : St. Regis

Major

Woo! Can you not be pressed? (Pressed)
Get you a Tom Ford dress (Dress)
I like to stack up the cake
The cake get big, it look like a wedding (Wedding)
Come by yourself
Them b*t*hes is pressed, them hoes pathetic (Pathetic)

St. Regis, ain't no way you ain't gon' f**k tonight (Night)
VS stones, ain't no way they ain't gon' buss tonight (Night)
AIn't got no L, Lambo truck drive foreign tonight (Night)
Takin' these helpers, ain't no way we goin' down tonight (Night)

If she don't suck d**k
That lil' b*t*h she childish, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yеah)
Say where you wan' go
Then wе fly there private, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
FourTwoFour the drip
Shoutout to my stylist, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
You think you got budget for it
Mhm, I doubt it it, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I walk through the club
I'm collecting the back-end (Mmm, back-end)
Shoutout my accountant
She stay on top of my taxes (Taxes)
You can't ball with me
I'm out your bracket (I'm out your bracket)
I don' made something from nothing
Lil' baby, you know I ain't average (Know I ain't average)
Too much fake love make you hate it, yeah (Hate it, yeah)
Off the perc just 'cause I'm hurt for real, real (Real, real)
Got banana clip and get you peel, peeled (Peeled, peeled)
I've been off the addys and I'm all still, still (Yeah, yeah)