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pressure - karoshi tarantino lyrics

[verse 1: karoshi tarantino]
i earned my stripes like a tiger
bad b*tch, yeah she look like mariah
f*ck that b*tch ’cause that p*ssy is fire
p*ssy n*gga you get hit with that lighter
ten bands b*tch we murder for hire
got the strap like i’m snoop off the wire
you got racks? p*ssy boy you a liar
gta with the bulletproof tires
you’ll get washed, we’ll put you in the dryer
said my b*tch ain’t bad, n*gga try her
got my side, but my main b*tch a rider
p*ssy boy writing these raps, got a writer
f*ck that b*tch, n*gga that’s my desire
up this pole, n*gga i ain’t a fighter
at your door with the mask, michael myers
he facе time, yeah he sing likе a choir
p*ssy n*gga you is a cheapskate
n*ggas keep testing they luck like a sweepstakes
b*tch my next song, yea it got a release date
told that boy reek run it back like a replay
talking that rara, that sh*t is a cliche
n*ggas keep playing them games like they ceeday
p*ssy n*gga go and put on your pjs
count up them bands, that sh*t last about 3 days
i put the strap in the back
yes n*gga, all this sh*t’s cap
i do not live what i rap
so don’t believe all this cr*p
got that girl sending me traps
that girl gon’ f*ck ’cause i rap
that boy a rat, get the trap
eat that b*tch out like a snack
hit that lil b*tch from the back
b*tch these chanel’s cost a rack
like a qb, take the snap
like a dt, get the sack
p*ssy boy, pull up all black
pull up on you with that mac
we run this beat like a track
if you try me, you get slapped
b*tch i got hunters with traps
run that b*tch up like a lap
b*tch i’m the best, that’s just facts
just take a breath and relax
my n*ggas smoke on that thrax
we roll the green in the packs
i’m on the beat so it slaps
[hook: karoshi tarantino]
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
p*ssy boy want no pressure
p*ssy boy want no pressure
p*ssy boy want no pressure
pressure
pressure

[verse 2: shelovereek]
switching my hoes like my flows, nah
switching my flows like my clothes
all of my diamonds, they shine or they glow
b*tch on my d*ck and she bounce just like tigger
pull up on him wet em up like a river
hotbox a car in the motherf*cking winter
going on tour let me rent out a sprinter
f*cking this b*tch say my name like a preacher
then when i’m done block this b*tch then delete her
n*gga talk hot, he get hit with this heater, nah
n*gga talk hot, he get hit with this nina
my pockets fat, i ain’t talking no wario, nah
my pockets fat, i ain’t talking rick ross
b*tch i got power, i feel like a boss
b*tch i got power, i feel like the hulk
i shoot at these n*ggas, you know i won’t stop, nah
i shoot at these n*ggas, i take off his top
f*cking this hoe and she wet as a mop, nah
she wet as a river
diamonds on me got me cold like december
getting this bread, yes i’m getting this cheddar
spread her legs open like she is a gymnast
n*ggas be dissing put him on my hit*list
jump in the p*ssy like it was jumanji
rocking dior while you n*ggas is bummy
dropping sh*t off like my name was mufasa
she call me daddy but i ain’t her father
he tried to k!ll me, you gotta go harder
stepping on sh*t like a muf*ckin roach
i take off the leader, i take off the pope
get 50 a show mane, you n*ggas is broke
[bridge: karoshi tarantino]
talking that rara, that sh*t is a cliche
n*ggas keep playing them games like they ceeday
p*ssy n*gga go and put on your pjs
count up them bands, that sh*t last about 3 days
i put the strap in the back
yes n*gga, all this sh*t’s cap
i do not live what i rap
so don’t believe all this cr*p
got that girl sending me traps
that girl gon’ f*ck ’cause i rap
that boy a rat, get the trap
eat that b*tch out like a snack
hit that lil b*tch from the back
b*tch these chanel’s cost a rack

[hook: karoshi tarantino]
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
pressure
p*ssy boy want no pressure
p*ssy boy want no pressure
p*ssy boy want no pressure
pressure
pressure

- karoshi tarantino lyrics

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