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pressure - lando bando & project money lyrics

[intro: lando bando]
yeah, man, i’m ’bout to take y’all to bright motor to meet project money
(oh, it’s blue [?])
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[verse: project money]
i ride with big bank, sk, but he ride with drake
apply pressure on these n*ggas’ necks, i can’t give ’em a break
hit my magic once, ayy, unc’, how this sh*t taste?
know my work good, you can see that sh*t in his face
my hoop dreams got shot through milk crates, but it’s over now
blender work up like milkshakes, finesse the overs now
my heart turned colder now, act like i don’t know her know
i had to be hot, n*gga, you for me, but i’m sober now
my artistic expression get showed in the kitchen
get creative, mix in the work, b*tch, sh*t scientific
n*ggas better pay attention, i could put you in position
n*ggas show up late with that work, i’ma get him suspended
i ain’t gotta prove a point, lil’ n*gga, what’s the point? huh
i sense my n*ggas with the rocks, i’m pushin’ point, n*gga (ha, and you know that)
habitual chop’ how these bullets like a b*tch joints, n*gga
only playin’ i’ma do is with a blowhead
fifth court bound, don’t bang nothin’ but crack your forehead
don’t never call another n*gga trippin’ ’bout what your ho did
get your ass zip*tied in plastic for the loaf of bread
bro tried to give me some pape’, i want some dope instead
i’m passin’ out sh*lls, bro bangin’ turtle head
i tap for this b*tton one time, i leave a coupe dead
seent your lil’ brother on them bike, knocked him off the pegs (b*tch)
tunechi out the way, gettin’ a brick off
chick’ll duck off and pop out then knock your sh*t off
thot band, still in fourth court gettin’ them nicks off
don’t get caught servin’ that d*ck side, you will get picked off
who gon’ shoot with me?
she gon’ sniff litter while it’s dirty and stuffed kitty
arp got eighty on it, no new titty
ten milli’ without the b*tton on the back, it’s still who pretty
[?] glock out the plastic, i ain’t actin’ brand new on sh*t
my bl!ck old, the only thing new is the bodies on this b*tch
get us all rich, don’t act rowdy with me in this b*tch
you can get two packs for the mello, thot still bangin’ nicks
dollar watch or liter down and bang the fifth
call cute a garbage man, he still dump sh*t
headtap that forehead, just say we thump sh*t
call up trunk, he never in the back, he in the front with it
please take me literal, gang, don’t get physical
pushin’ big blocks, you movin’ minerals
[?] all around his ear, somethin’ to listen to
seein’ me missin’ a shot, know what a brick’ll do
know what a 5m liquor do
have them n*ggas k!ll you with your kids, they won’t cripple you
knock the feelings out your mouth like a dentist do
i’ma fight, ride for my little brother like i’m dennis, too
n*gga

- lando bando project money lyrics

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