Press One – B. Gizzle – letras

operater: »Its 6:56 pm central time, you have a collect call from a Louisiana Inmate. Toaccept, press one. »B.G: »Greetings Hotgirl, whats happening on your end?As for me over here, you know, a lil’chillinBesides that Sweetie, I’m just keepin it realPuttin up with these crackers in this hot ass fieldBut you know I’m a soulja, nigga try me and I spank ’emBut fuck, all I said was, ‘it feels good to be the baby gangsta’Tell momma I asked about her, since she say I don’t hollaAnd when I touch down, me and her gonna get a bottleShorty, I’ve been hearing that you been wiling outEveryday of the week, tearing the club doors downWhats happening with you Woty? you throwing that pussy roundDoing this for the lil time that I’m not aroundDon’t get the game twisted, you better not try your luckYou know I ain’t the one, quickly I’ll fuck you up. »CHORUS:(press one to accept) « I’m in a messed up situation »(press one to accept) « I’m in a fucked up location »(press one to accept) « The whole world can relate »(press one to accept) « Its from somebody upstate »That one minuet that I had, done turned into a secondI got a day and a wake up left, and I’ll be steppinStraight through them iron gates, puttin all this behind meCome in the hood on the ‘L’ and you will find meHoppin out of limos, poppin bottles its gravyI know what it means when I get that phone call from BabyLets go to the mercedes, lock and cock somethingA hard top six, or a drop top six, that would be lovelyMy Shorty thinks, she has 6 more months to playCan’t wait to see that dick look up on her faceRight now I’m with the fellas, I’ll go see her lataCause she tries to be a slick ass playaBut I ain’t trippin, its cool, I gotta respect itA s long as she don’t get out of line in my presenceshe still my shorty, gone be my hoecan’t forget that she was there everyday of my joustCHORUS: 1 xNow its about that time, I go fuck up her domeCause she has no idea that this Hotboy homeIt ain’t been a day, and I’m already on cromeI’m trying to imagine her face and how long that its gonna be,When I hit the porch,And put my soulja Ree’s through her front doorWhen she still thinks that I have 6 more monthsI’m creepin down the block, slowly I pull upJumped out, said « Whats up »She laid up there and threw up »Whats wrong, don’t act like you don’t miss ya nigga »She said, « I do, I’m shocked, » « Come over here and kiss ya niggaI had to come suprise you, because you pissed ya nigga offYou don’t respect me pussy poppin on nobody’s wallsYou my main bitchMy travel with cocaine bitchSet a nigga up, you wanted this position, so maintain bitch »CHORUS: 2 x