Tough Decisions

Album cover art for "Tough Decisions" by Pressa

Pressa - Rap, Canadian Drill

Tough Decisions

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Duration: 2:13

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[Intro] Yeah Uh [Chorus] I wake up, tough decisions, go Balenci' or the Rick I pop out, baby Glock, 23 or 26 I got killers in the trap, plus I bulletproofed the whip Okay, let's go Know we 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm the one to split your wig (Pff, pff, pff) We can't pull over, we got time in this ride (Yeah) I'm still outside with the gang, 365 All these pointers on my wrist, it feel like my hands are tied Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside [Verse 1] 4 a.m. in Magic City like the shit don't never end (Nah) Had to go and make the ends meet, just to make it out the еnds I still could slide and go fuck on my ex (Bitch) She circlеd back and she act like we friends [Chorus] I wake up, tough decisions, go Balenci' or the Rick I pop out, baby Glock, 23 or 26 I got killers in the trap, plus I bulletproofed the whip Okay, let's go Know we 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm the one to split your wig (Pff) We can't pull over, we got time in this ride (Yeah) I'm still outside with the gang, 365 All these pointers on my wrist, it feel like my hands are tied (Ah) Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside [Verse 2] Off the juice, off the liquor, now you loose with the trigger I catch a hot off the music, my focus bein' bigger She gon' charge a lil' fee to see me, real nigga She wanna B and E and sleep with killers (Yeah) I can get him whacked just off a phone, see, I got reach With tequila in my cup and my foot all in the beach These bitches goin' crazy for the kid just like my fiends Fuck around, I'll pick you up, but you look better on your knees [Chorus] I wake up, tough decisions, go Balenci' or the Rick I pop out, baby Glock, 23 or 26 I got killers in the trap, plus I bulletproofed the whip Okay, let's go Know we 'bout it, 'bout it, I'm the one to split your wig (Pff) We can't pull over, we got time in this ride (Yeah) I'm still outside with the gang, 365 (Yeah) All these pointers on my wrist, it feel like my hands are tied Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside (Nah) [Outro] Got the addy to your crib and we might come inside

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  • Pressa