What You Want Lyrics – Shaun Sloan x Pressa

By | June 23, 2020

What You Want Lyrics – Shaun Sloan x Pressa

Singer Shaun Sloan x Pressa

 

What You Want Lyrics – Shaun Sloan x Pressa

 

And I put my hands in the air and start cryin’
’cause I was thinkin’ ’bout them days when we was dyin’
Respect my elders, I’m the oldest so I am
A young OG in that Lam’ slidin’ by them

Aye, what you want from a nigga, tell me what you want
I’ve been thinkin’ way too much it’s time to smoke
When you down on your last one
You gotta go get it, it’s time to go
I’ve been stressed out, but I never tell ’em know

I put my chest out when I’m down won’t let it show
Backin’ away, a young nigga sippin’ codeine
I’m wit’ da guys on the wood, these is floor seats
And when we go outta town, we got our own things
I don’t even know another nigga in the city makin’ hella cheese
Brought the scale, ten on purpose, made da B wit’ C
Let ’em talk ’bout it I’ma get it that’s on everything
On a bed or da block servin’ everythin’
Uh, when we come up outta space, and hit reality
Uh, and way before I signed it I was DC
Get your shotty, don’t hesitate it ain’t no maybe’s
Ain’t no talkin’, all what you used to do baby

Aye, what you want from a nigga, tell me what you want
I’ve been thinkin’ way too much it’s time to smoke
When you down on your last one
You gotta go get it, it’s time to go
I’ve been stressed out, but I never tell ’em know
Like what you want from a nigga, what you want?

Like what you want from a nigga, I’m a wassa
We came from servin’ dope on every single corner
We run it up, and I ain’t talkin’ Walmart
Like what you want from a nigga, you get a headshot
We put that glizzy on a nigga wit’ da red dot
And dis no little bitty jail, you go to fed’ house
You see da police shot my nigga, watched him bleed out
We in da trap spot, and bitch I’m servin’ Gerald
We send dem packs out like Grandma sendin’ barrels
I served a couple bricks and never said I was big Mitch
Legendary nigga just like Kwasi Skene Pete

And I put my hands in the air and start cryin’
’cause I was thinkin’ ’bout them days when we was dyin’
Respect my elders, I’m the oldest so I am
A young OG in that Lam’ slidin’ by them

Aye, what you want from a nigga, tell me what you want
I’ve been thinkin’ way too much it’s time to smoke
When you down on your last one
You gotta go get it, it’s time to go
I’ve been stressed out, but I never tell ’em know

Like what you want lil’ nigga, what you want?
You get a headshot if you try test your luck
I grew by…

 

 

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