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pressure - damjonboi lyrics

[intro]
sh*t (juan, you made this?)
sh*t, sh*t
hahaha
woo
hmm

[verse]
man, f*ck goin’ to the club, bro, let’s go over these digits first
see them hoes later, gotta stand on business first
i only f*ck the b*tch so i can trap her crib on the first (sh*t)
i ain’t gon’ lie, n*gga, hm
n*ggas went from dealin’ work to hittin’ l!cks and stealin’ work
let me see if baby really love me, i’ma spin her first
‘fore i let a n*gga play with my name, i’d k!ll him first
n*gga put a hand on reece, we puttin’ him in the dirt
i thought you was gon’ be rich at twenty*six, why you steal that work? (what the f*ck?)
bought that b*tch a bags, when i met her, she gave me a perc
hoes see me with my main b*tch, now thеy feelings hurt
this dog got fiends beatin’ they chеst, that gorilla work
louis, gucci, prada, am i fly or what? (uh*huh)
bendin’ corners with three choppers in a cybertruck
let a n*gga run off with some work, we gon’ tie him up
i don’t even feel the percs no more, am i high enough?
dog talkin’ choppy on them songs, is he bluffin’?
every piece of jewelry came from hutch, and it’s custom
baby girl say she like my music, is we f*ckin’? (uh*huh)
ex*b*tch f*ckin’ anybody, you disgusting
how many times you gon’ say i did you wrong? think i give a f*ck?
how you out here sellin’ p*ssy? ain’t give me a cut
heard that n*gga gave you two hundred, you pushin’ p or what? (f*ck)
i got two l!cks out in the sticks, you tryna eat or what?
i’ve been turnin’ up on these n*ggas, they can’t stand me
drop*top coupe, that’s a summer in miami
better not ever talk that broke sh*t to us, don’t offend me
was gon’ put lil’ mama on the team, but she too friendly
man, i’m the last n*gga that they wanna see with pape’
been done dropped the whole check on a f*ckin’ opp face
put my bail at 20k, i was out the next day
right out that b*tch, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga? (ayy)
you gon’ have to pay me for this d*ck, b*tch, you a customer (yeah)
she was poppin’ sh*t in my dm’s, now i’m f*ckin’ her (yeah)
b*tch so bad, i might just take the rubber off and nut in her (sh*t)
you an odd boy, ha, let’s get it
how dare you n*ggas act like y’all was safe around this b*tch?
they can’t come across the 7, all these apes around this b*tch
both pockets stuffed with blues, we get pape’ around this b*tch
[outro]
ice

- damjonboi lyrics

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