
Canada Goose Pressa (Ft. Tory Lanez)
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[Intro: Pressa]
Uh, uh, na-na-na-na
Uh, uh, na-na-na-na
[Chorus: Pressa]
Canada goose fur (Fur), I'm so cold, burr (Burr)
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (Thirty)
I'm a shooter (Blah), I'ma shoot first (Blah)
I done fucked up and got me in a cruiser (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
Mercedes-Benz coupe (Benz coupe), ring a ice cube (Ice cube)
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (Might do)
He want smoke blow (Blow), 45 colt (Blah)
It's a ISO (Blah), A.I, Michael (Jordan)
[Verse 1: Pressa]
I talk a lot of shit 'cause I could back it (Up)
Got my dick in her throat watch her back it (Suck)
I'm all about my bread like a fat kid
I'm all about my swag like its fashion
And I'm super savage, grew up as the bad kid (Bad kid)
My niggas on your block, call it camping (Camping)
They don't want no static (Lah, lah, lah, lah)
Pull up let 'em have it (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Killers in the first-degree (First-degree)
Uh, a lot of niggas wanna murder me (Murder me)
Ayy, so I got a glizzy (Ayy, ayy)
Turn him over like he Timothy (Turner)
Uh, uh, na-na-na-na
Uh, uh, na-na-na-na
[Chorus: Pressa]
Canada goose fur (Fur), I'm so cold, burr (Burr)
Back to school shopping, I just bought a ruler (Thirty)
I'm a shooter (Blah), I'ma shoot first (Blah)
I done fucked up and got me in a cruiser (Whoo, whoo, whoo)
Mercedes-Benz coupe (Benz coupe), ring a ice cube (Ice cube)
Live my life so fast, ain't telling what I might do (Might do)
He want smoke blow (Blow), 45 colt (Blah)
It's a ISO (Blah), A.I, Michael (Jordan)
[Verse 1: Pressa]
I talk a lot of shit 'cause I could back it (Up)
Got my dick in her throat watch her back it (Suck)
I'm all about my bread like a fat kid
I'm all about my swag like its fashion
And I'm super savage, grew up as the bad kid (Bad kid)
My niggas on your block, call it camping (Camping)
They don't want no static (Lah, lah, lah, lah)
Pull up let 'em have it (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Killers in the first-degree (First-degree)
Uh, a lot of niggas wanna murder me (Murder me)
Ayy, so I got a glizzy (Ayy, ayy)
Turn him over like he Timothy (Turner)
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