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pressed - scimmy lyrics

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(intro)

my whole team goes ay ay ay

ay ay ay

okay

(hook)

why you look so pressed?
give it time to process
i ain’t even blow yet
b*tch i’mma start

if i gotta go next
she ain’t give me dome yet
i’ve been on the road
tryna play this guitar

why you look so pressed?
do i gotta know yet?
i been on the ‘416 in the car
i got you these roses
shoot like the rosé
if you gon’ meet me right back at the bar
(verses)

okay, i, know i can be too hot to handle
b*tches always talk behind my back like some rendals
yeah, i got a bag that be hеavier than anvils
heatin’ up the bеat that you couldn’t hold a candle

to, baby come through
i got you some ‘lix you can mix with the juice
we could take a pic in the fix by the pool
i don’t really give a f*ck, baby, what you tryna do?

at the spot again, i’m in another argument
i’m tryna get this sh*t that get you bouncin’ off the wall like peter parker did
he said, “b*tch, you’re not spider*man”
i get it.. but f*ck it, i’m an arsonist

flames on my back like a fire cape
dave wrote a sh*tty post about me, fire dave
got five days to blow up
if not, i’m pullin’ up with a god d*mn sword like the iron age

(hook)

why you look so pressed?
give it time to process
i ain’t even blow yet
b*tch i’mma start
if i gotta go next
she ain’t give me dome yet
i’ve been on the road
tryna play this guitar

why you look so pressed?
do i gotta know yet?
i been on the ‘416 in the car
i got you these roses
shoot like the rosé
if you gon’ meet me right back at the bar

(verses)

i am not pressed, b*tch, i’m angry (angry)
only make hits like the yankees
let the choppa sing like frankie
b*tch, i only throw hands like mankey

i don’t need no gucci on my back but it looks great
i can see the diamond on your neck but it looks fake
i’ll be drinkin’ cups all day, so washed out, hey
had to go and work a job but i couldn’t even look straight

chasin’ after commas, i’ll probably
be the next worst thing that you heard of, honestly
how the f*ck i’m so funny but a sad kid?
also, producin’ lookin’ for the free samples like costco
i balled with your b*tch out in cabo
she said my lyrics are colder than ice in chicago
i think i just hit the lotto
heaven, say god flow
one day here, i’ll be done by tomorrow

(hook)

why you look so pressed?
give it time to process
i ain’t even blow yet
b*tch i’mma start

if i gotta go next
she ain’t give me dome yet
i’ve been on the road
tryna play this guitar

why you look so pressed?
do i gotta know yet?
i been on the ‘416 in the car
i got you these roses
shoot like the rosé
if you gon’ meet me right back at the bar

(outro)

okay

uhm, yes sir

i get that

yes?

yes

- scimmy lyrics

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