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Willonwater - Press the Button Lyrics



Willonwater - Press the Button Lyrics




I've been taping out the matrix just so I can elevate
I was gone for a while but now It's back to regulating
See I'm about to make a splash man that's just a tale of fate
I could press a button and make the whole system detonate

All these n***** wanna rhyme
Cause these hoes might give em time
P**** boy you just a fairy
We can tell your fairly odd

I got records in the vault
I got hits like Barry Bonds
When I really drop on n***** it's gone be a scary time

I send rappers to the morgue every time that I record
And when I hit the stage they rage
"Let the bodies hit the floor"
I'm that n**** an they know you can see it in my face
I'm so fly the sturdiest just tried to top me on the plane

Y'all be on some stupid s***
Always tryna f***** hate
But y' all still could never replicate all the ways I'm getting paid

I be on a different wave
I got a pull like the tides
She gets wetter than a pool
Cause she in tune with my vibe

Ain't no hitting snooze after 9
Cause if I do then I'm wasting time
I hit the smoke just to ease my mind
Then grab the pen and I strategize

N***** try to say I changed
Really? Ion see no difference
I'm on a higher frequency
Buts still got the same old mission

These guys would try to count me out
Then try to say we n*****
Issa lotta hate in the streets
So I gotta keep my distance

I got my own mind bro
Ion do too much listening
I just be low on my grind
Tryna run up these digits

I should open a Popeyes cause all I keep is chicken and I glisten.
All this ice I got on me
Light up yo street like Christmas

I was born to get it so I can't stop
She gave me head cause I'm a Mac
I call that laptop
2 accounts and some cash in the stash box
And the weed got white hairs like a Sasquatch

B**** I'm past hot
I got these n***** shook
I'm that fire that Moses saw inside the burning bush
In the Stu I'm dropping jaws with every verse I cook
And yo bitch gone drop her jaws
When she peep my look

Check my drip
Check my wrist
Check my phone
Is this yo bitch?

Ion trust these hoes
Cause most of them be out here scheming
But if she look like a snack then ima crack her like a cheese-it

Ion chase the p****
Tom & Jerry s*** I just tease it
Do yo b**** clit
Like this clip
I pull the trigger now she screaming

And The ones are all white
But I drop more lines than Adidas
And if you sleeping on me still
I hope yo a** is lucid dreaming
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I've been taping out the matrix just so I can elevate
I was gone for a while but now It's back to regulating
See I'm about to make a splash man that's just a tale of fate
I could press a button and make the whole system detonate

All these n***** wanna rhyme
Cause these hoes might give em time
P**** boy you just a fairy
We can tell your fairly odd

I got records in the vault
I got hits like Barry Bonds
When I really drop on n***** it's gone be a scary time

I send rappers to the morgue every time that I record
And when I hit the stage they rage
"Let the bodies hit the floor"
I'm that n**** an they know you can see it in my face
I'm so fly the sturdiest just tried to top me on the plane

Y'all be on some stupid s***
Always tryna f***** hate
But y' all still could never replicate all the ways I'm getting paid

I be on a different wave
I got a pull like the tides
She gets wetter than a pool
Cause she in tune with my vibe

Ain't no hitting snooze after 9
Cause if I do then I'm wasting time
I hit the smoke just to ease my mind
Then grab the pen and I strategize

N***** try to say I changed
Really? Ion see no difference
I'm on a higher frequency
Buts still got the same old mission

These guys would try to count me out
Then try to say we n*****
Issa lotta hate in the streets
So I gotta keep my distance

I got my own mind bro
Ion do too much listening
I just be low on my grind
Tryna run up these digits

I should open a Popeyes cause all I keep is chicken and I glisten.
All this ice I got on me
Light up yo street like Christmas

I was born to get it so I can't stop
She gave me head cause I'm a Mac
I call that laptop
2 accounts and some cash in the stash box
And the weed got white hairs like a Sasquatch

B**** I'm past hot
I got these n***** shook
I'm that fire that Moses saw inside the burning bush
In the Stu I'm dropping jaws with every verse I cook
And yo bitch gone drop her jaws
When she peep my look

Check my drip
Check my wrist
Check my phone
Is this yo bitch?

Ion trust these hoes
Cause most of them be out here scheming
But if she look like a snack then ima crack her like a cheese-it

Ion chase the p****
Tom & Jerry s*** I just tease it
Do yo b**** clit
Like this clip
I pull the trigger now she screaming

And The ones are all white
But I drop more lines than Adidas
And if you sleeping on me still
I hope yo a** is lucid dreaming
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Writer: William Johnson
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