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Full court press Video (MV)




Performed By: Mir Money
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Amir Palmer Kennedy




Mir Money - Full court press Lyrics
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Go, go, go, go, go
Bitch, I'm with the drops, I can't forget my C's
If we run into a op, I'm jumpin' out the V
Long live Sama, that's my brother, we paint niggas T's
You get up close with the switches, spray like Febreze
He try to run, but he was flaggin' that 40, make niggas buckle down, we close caskets
Free Mirzy out the feds, he push shit in the past tense
I heard that rapper got out of the city, that's his last chance
Brody tap that fully on his block, he drop this pole
Full court press, when we bend, we snatchin' souls
VVS diamonds on my wrist, this shit frozen
We ain't pullin' over in this cat, this bitch stolen
Mike amiri cheap, I got a lot of pairs
You ain't gotta starve with them niggas, girl, come over here
We in foreigns, we got money and we like to share
Every time we pop out, it's a movie, them bitches stare
Bitch ask me what I wanna do, I wanna swim
I fell in love with fashion, every fit, I'm comin' trim
I be playin' in them chases, cause I know I'm gon' win
You keep cryin' about your brother, suit up and go bend
I heard they said they lookin' for me like I ain't outside
I'm the one that shot your man, nigga, you should hide
I'm the bull with the drac hoppin' in that ride
Free the guys in the can, I'm still pressin' five
All this Wocky in my soda, I'm up there with Chucky
Them niggas shot from a block away, them niggas gettin' lucky
We be f*ckin' on the low, but that bitch call me cuzzy
Lil' bro just blitzed yesterday, he said he gettin' rusty
I came up with a new belt and I start chasin' niggas
Jump out on they block, if one fall, then you face the nigga
I don't like threats, I don't wanna talk, I'm tryna erase you niggas
The switchy keep glitchin' in my hand, it's hard to pace the trigger
Free buckets out the can, they know we locked in
You press up on him till he fall and then he boxed in
They ain't gon' get me through no straggs, my bitch top ten
I ain't gon' lie, I feel bad the way they rocked him
I ain't gon' lie, I feel bad the way they rocked him
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Go, go, go, go, go
Bitch, I'm with the drops, I can't forget my C's
If we run into a op, I'm jumpin' out the V
Long live Sama, that's my brother, we paint niggas T's
You get up close with the switches, spray like Febreze
He try to run, but he was flaggin' that 40, make niggas buckle down, we close caskets
Free Mirzy out the feds, he push shit in the past tense
I heard that rapper got out of the city, that's his last chance
Brody tap that fully on his block, he drop this pole
Full court press, when we bend, we snatchin' souls
VVS diamonds on my wrist, this shit frozen
We ain't pullin' over in this cat, this bitch stolen
Mike amiri cheap, I got a lot of pairs
You ain't gotta starve with them niggas, girl, come over here
We in foreigns, we got money and we like to share
Every time we pop out, it's a movie, them bitches stare
Bitch ask me what I wanna do, I wanna swim
I fell in love with fashion, every fit, I'm comin' trim
I be playin' in them chases, cause I know I'm gon' win
You keep cryin' about your brother, suit up and go bend
I heard they said they lookin' for me like I ain't outside
I'm the one that shot your man, nigga, you should hide
I'm the bull with the drac hoppin' in that ride
Free the guys in the can, I'm still pressin' five
All this Wocky in my soda, I'm up there with Chucky
Them niggas shot from a block away, them niggas gettin' lucky
We be f*ckin' on the low, but that bitch call me cuzzy
Lil' bro just blitzed yesterday, he said he gettin' rusty
I came up with a new belt and I start chasin' niggas
Jump out on they block, if one fall, then you face the nigga
I don't like threats, I don't wanna talk, I'm tryna erase you niggas
The switchy keep glitchin' in my hand, it's hard to pace the trigger
Free buckets out the can, they know we locked in
You press up on him till he fall and then he boxed in
They ain't gon' get me through no straggs, my bitch top ten
I ain't gon' lie, I feel bad the way they rocked him
I ain't gon' lie, I feel bad the way they rocked him
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Writer: Amir Palmer Kennedy
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