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Your Majesty

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Bitches be pressed, they know I'm the queen, they know I'm up next. Put a hole in her chest, she was popping that shit now she leaving a mess. Gotta keep him in check, case he wanna run up better gimme respect. Give a fuck bout a bitch, that be throwing them shots and sending me threats. I'm crossing out all of my competition. Got the red and blue laser for opposition. You was tweaking for thinking bout my position. You can play if you want but I'm not gone listen. I don't be running my mouth when I'm talking bout pulling up what they about. She always on go when shе all on the blogs. Be saying my name in lovе with the clout. Port City Empress you know what I'm on. Pull up in a whip gotta make a deposit. I'm headed to greatness you know nothing bout it. I'm stacking them digits all in my accounts

Press press press press press. No I don't need no press. Walk in bulletproof vest. Kill em all til they all dead. This bitch crazy in the head. I ain't tripping no I'm never scared. Pop up, fuck you bitch! Bust shots at you bitch!

Knock knock! Must be that dick that I ordered. He put it down when I call him. Got too much rounds in this auto. Bust at a opp when I come on the block, bitch wanna play like she wanna get shot. I'm from the East, we do not play I'mma beast, fuck if you like it or not. All on the book, talking bout all of that gossiping bitch you can make you a call. Put it direct, tag me in one of your posts, so I can know who you are. Scary bitch don't play with me, know all my killas from A to Z. Can't check me bitch, I'm made for beef. Got more 0's than an agency. I'm 19 but I'm grown as hell. Do work don't do no show and tell. My paycheck cleared I'm on the run. Tryna have some fun and shake my tail. You goofy bitches can't harm me. I'm fully loaded with a lot of shells. You bitch niggas can't front on me. This pussy worth, might pay a bail

Press press press press press. No I don't need no press. Walk in bulletproof vest. Kill em all til they all dead. This bitch crazy in the head. I ain't tripping no I'm never scared. Pop up, fuck you bitch! Bust shots at you bitch!

About “Press” by Queen Empre$$

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"Press" appears on "Your Majesty".

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