Pressa - TBH (To Be Honest) lyrics
[Pressa - TBH To Be Honest lyrics]
Tbh to be honest
She like flowers, she like to garden
But she don't own a garden
I like Hugo (Boss) and I like Robin's (Jeans)
She wonder if they're Trueys
But they're Balmains (Bandz)
She don't like my type, what does that mean?
(Huh?)
I don't like these hoes, that's my pet peeve
She just love my chain and my glowetry
I'm so Wass Gang just for Wassi
Her demeanor, such a keeper
If your bitch rides the train
You can keep her
He ain't really balling on the Bleecker
We're balling like the Sixers but we 3'ers
I've been trapping since heaters
In the backseat i'm tired if you ask me
I want the finest if you ask me
I want the finest things like I'm Gretzky
I want the mansion
The auto blinds and Gucci bed sheets
The fast cars, GTRs and different Bentleys
Bad girls, own condo, own M3 marble floors
'cause wood grains ain't really for me
Keep it short
I just want you for like August
TBH, abbreviate, to be honest
Trap a lil', yeah, yeah, you might fall in
No Michael, but shorty I love balling
Girl be honest, Girl be honest
If this nigga wasn't icy would you want him?
If my car didn't go so
Fast would you ride it?
If I hit you with that
Prenup would you sign it?
Girl be honest, Girl be honest
If this nigga wasn't icy would you want him?
If my car didn't go so
Fast would you ride it?
If I hit you with that
Prenup would you sign it?