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pressure - alldaway dre & gloccboy keece lyrics

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[intro: gloccboy keece]
uh (yeah)
uh, uh (yeah)
ay gloccboy sh*t, y’all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on (right)
ayy, long live kado (uh)
ayy, shout out to dre, n*gga, y’all n*ggas know what the f*ck goin’ on
turn up, uh, uh, uh (alldaway dre made this here)

[verse: gloccboy keece & alldaway dre]
i’m finna get em all (uh*huh)
no need to discuss it (go get), lil’ bruh play volley ball (my god)
send ’em up and leave ’em raw (okay)
no kado, but these n*ggas really done lost it all
three hundred, the problem solved (three hundred)
they know that we strapped, even the opps’ll call (oh)
like “lil’ n*gga, just let it off” (what?)
if i say that we beefin’, my n*gga, don’t ever call
we gon’ hit ’em and send ‘еm off (uh*huh)
and they know it’s kado way, i made myself a boss (kado)
miss mеshawn, i never talk (ah)
but when i meet the k!ller, my shooters gon’ knock it off (aight)
get ’em in and get ’em off (get ’em gone)
i’m talkin’ ’bout packs (okay), lil’ n*gga, what’s the cost?
june 11th or never talk (uh*huh)
i promise to k!ll ’em. kalique (uh), i’ma smack ’em all
slow it down, i know the cost (yeah)
but i gotta get to revenge, it’s my only thought (revenge)
in the studio full of chalk (on dre)
and that boy a dummy, like murder, he gotta talk (let’s go)
on the stage, i let it off (uh*huh)
if they knew my pain, then they would’ve never thought (they don’t know)
that a n*gga could have it all (for real)
but i’ma stay humble (yeah, yeah), my mama gon’ be a boss (yeah, yeah, big boss)
in the hills, it never fall (yeah)
[chorus: alldaway dre]
apply that pressure, propane (yeah)
stack that cheese, romaine (guap)
chopstick eat his ass up like lo mein (bah)
three on the scale, gettin’ wade, dwyane (b*tch)
y’all can’t feel my pain (yah)
y’all can’t tell me how to drive in my lane (uh*huh)
7.62 buss his brain (boom*boom*boom)
leave a n*gga aching, even if he do cocaine (i don’t care)
i’m a wavy motherf*cker, how dare you go against the grain? (how?)
unravel his package out some motherf*ckin’ cellophane (skrrt)
he can be jiggy wit the glizzy (yeah), but he still a stain (i don’t care)

[verse 2: alldaway dre]
heard these n*ggas done dressed they lil’ gun up (okay)
but it don’t mean sh*t if you don’t aim when you up (how?)
catch ’em loaded, then lock the beam where he grub (yeah)
chuck some bullets and bust ’em up out his chucks (yeah)
say i’m comfortable ’round k!llers (yeah)
they do what they do, but them n*ggas is my n*ggas (my n*ggas)
we on go and we don’t need no coach (nah)
they try to vacuum the smoke, like day*day and roach (what?)
when they worked? (where?) at pinky’s, n*gga (yeah)
i can get you hit up before next friday, n*gga (bah*bah)
you ain’t got no stripes, p*ssy, you not a official (at all)
keece goin’ the kado way (yeah), duh, it’s that simple (duh)
and we can have it to where them white folks, four blocks away (move it up)
like, “what in tarnation is goin’ on? for f*ck’s sake” (what in tarnation?)
and you don’t get to say ’cause you’s a debbie cake (nah, sweet)
you some what are those fake pair of reebs ’cause y’all n*ggas just pump fake (ha, ha)
[chorus: alldaway dre]
apply that pressure, propane (yeah)
stack that cheese, romaine (guap)
chopstick eat his ass up like lo mein (bah)
three on the scale, gettin’ wade, dwyane (b*tch)
y’all can’t feel my pain (yah)
y’all can’t tell me how to drive in my lane (uh*huh)
7.62 buss his brain (boom*boom*boom)
leave a n*gga aching, even if he do cocaine (i don’t care)
i’m a wavy motherf*cker, how dare you go against the grain? (how?)
unravel his package out some motherf*ckin’ cellophane (skrrt)
he can be jiggy wit the glizzy (yeah), but he still a stain (yeah)

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