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pressure - peezy lyrics

[intro]
(david wesson)
huh
we ain’t doin’ no more hooks, man, that sh*t over with
let’s get it

[verse]
pressure could bust pipes, pressure could make a dime
and pressure could make a n*gga rat you thinkin’ he was solid
pressure make a n*gga tell on his own mama
brand new presi, got me feelin’ like obama
i ain’t never folded, i put that on my mama
i done been through h*ll and back, i’m still smilin’
n*ggas hate to see it, they hate but i give ’em every reason
tell them p*ssy n*ggas take it up with jesus ’cause we still eatin’
two thousand on my sneakers, the bottom bleedin’
sent a picture of my d*ck and it got her cheesin’
all my n*ggas is wolves, i gotta feed ’em
n*gga just be talkin’ good, i don’t believe him
devil stay workin’, n*gga, god is the greatest
i’m up early on my grind, that’s why i stay in the latest
went from ramen noodles every night to steak and potatoes
n*ggas hangin’ ’round us still sauce so take all the flavor
got the game in a headlock
when it’s beef, n*gga, ain’t no runnin’ from that red dot
boy, don’t get your head popped
they don’t want me livin’, rather see me in a cell block
got these n*ggas havin’ heart attacks like they red fox
diamonds on my neck from takin’ federal chances
five thousand worth of singles, got ’em just for the dancers
real street n*ggas hard to adjust to the camera
all i’m tryna do is pull up in a jax and a phantom
four zips in the sprite, pour the rest in the fanta
took trips overnight to blow them checks in atlanta
456, n*gga, drop a bet it’s a gamble
put a finger on me, b*tch, i make you out a example
thousand pills in the hiding spot
got on all gucci, i’m the mascot
n*gga, i started off with d*mn rocks
hustled on the block, so n*ggas couldn’t survive
not when i cop from the plug, he throw what i buy
got shot a couple times, they was hopin’ i’ll die
popped up buyin’ rollies out the store with my guys
in the hospital prayin’ on my hands on my knees
came back takin’ pictures with a hand full of cheese
hard to stop a n*gga who gon’ win regardless
eatin’ like i got my own garden, boy, is you r*t*rded?
the prosecutor cried when the jury read the charges
drippin’ on these b*tches ’til they put me in a coffin
we ain’t really doin’ too much talkin’, we ’bout action
neighbors keep on complainin’ it’s too much traffic
do this sh*t for my son, it ain’t ’bout braggin’
broke n*ggas mad at the world ’cause they not stackin’
i’m a hustler, n*gga, rap my side job
these n*ggas like they rollies,nig they tickin’ time bomb
they gon’ self*destruct while i’m chillin’ fresh as f*ck
tryna mess with us, n*gga, get your weapons up
mustard ass n*ggas gotta do some catchin’ up
stack the re*up money while i f*ck the extras up
on these n*ggas’ neck, ain’t no way i’m lettin’ up
f*ckin’ on your b*tch, [?] said she finna cum, n*gga
lose your love over this sh*t, don’t be dumb, n*gga
all we talk is money, better go and get you some, n*gga
i got some grown man money for you young n*ggas
i ain’t even goin’ hard, i’m just havin’ fun, n*gga
[outro]
ayy, huh, ayy, man, that’s*
man, i ain’t*
man, f*ck these n*ggas, man
tuh
let the beat ride out, dave
know how we carryin’ it, n*gga
we ain’t doin’ no more hooks, p*ssy

- peezy lyrics

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