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press - foefoefendi lyrics

[foefoefendi]

ay, ey, ay
skrrt, skrrt
thats pressure, thats pressure
we gon leave them n*ggas stoned
yeah, ay
ay, for real
for real (ay)

if its pressure then its pressure
we gon leave a n*gga stuck
that boy got hit with .50 in his chest
he knew he had no luck
he out here cappin in his rest
he ain’t gon post it cuz he suck
that lil n*gga broke then a b*tch
can’t run his money up (ay)
spend it all in prada
get it back and do that sh*t again
if a n*gga sell me the wrong sh*t
then im gonna send em in
spin again then spin again
rob him thеn rob all his friends
any n*ggas speakin on my name
wе gotta get it in
i dont gotta pay for his free james
he was takin sh*t
never catch lil jay without his mask
cuz he be chasin sh*t
i pull up on them sideways
let fendi spray the whip
pull up on the whip my eyes lazy
i just faced a zip
who is at the feds
watch it closed my eyes see dead bodies
no i ain’t gon wife her
i just like her cuz her head sloppy
pull up on you, you hear
[foefoefendi and honcho 5ive]

then yo mans droppin
hit him through the car he tried to duck
look like he had not
we go back to back in rentals
all we want is n*ggas dead
he was speakin on my brother
now the worst way what he get
i might just cut that n*gga legs off
and let that n*gga live
ay, all you n*gga hoes
yall never out here l sticking for revenge
im big boss status
i ain’t even paying rent
and the next house that i buy
is gonna be sittin on some land
get off yo ass and get a babies
n*ggas never gotta playing
why you ain’t get it by yourself
you are your plug he want you dead n*gga
skrrt, skrrt

[honcho 5ive]

i pull up thats how the g sound
gurantee if i dont score my first shot
lil bro gonna rebound
its a body if i hit this .223
or knock a tree down
it was n*ggas i ain’t really think
was hoes but i see now
i leave everybody dead
i leave everybody red
i dont need to chop this b*tch whole .50
i brought glock instead
hit him in his neck i bet he threw this
b*tch gonna chop his head
no i dont talk to fans
no i dont talk to feds
i know i won’t let a n*gga take it
so i walk with bands
i was brought up cup though
h*ll nah ain’t got a lot of friends
doin all that dissin shoulda told them n*ggas talk theyself
and i won’t tell my n*ggas do no sh*t that i wouldn’t try myself

- foefoefendi lyrics

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