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no pressure - yungliv lyrics

no pressure lyrics
yall f*ck with dre banks
turn me up trad

[verse]
when we catch the one who spoke on bro, can’t nothin’ save him
we up 8, 3 seconds left, man this sh*t an all {?}
n*ggas dissed the guys, but tucked they tail, ’cause how we bangin’
that b*tch gon’ choose us, my daily fit her n*gga savin’
free gboy the one, mr. go get ’em, make sh*t dangerous
ridin’ full speed, two bl!cks in my hood won’t let ’em take me
double or not stuffed in my rta’s, this sh*t look crazy
found a way, sh*t i can’t even lie this rap sh*t saved me
keep a bl!ck, everyday block hot, you don’t know who they hit
i hate when the opps can’t get with us, they hit the innocent
louis kicks cost 28 plus tax, bae just don’t scuff my sh*t
why you want that one ho’ anyone, she ate up half the clique
oh you love that b*tch we use to f*ck, n*gga you trappin’?
dnd, her n*gga called her phone, but she can’t answer
before you focus more on b*tches, n*gga, get that bag up
it’s 2k for a boat, these b*tches cheap, come get your racks up
they gripped me for them poles, i still dont {?}, ’cause i’m legit
made my apperance rich as f*ck
to let the opps know they ain’t sh*t
and we out ten deep in the club
if some’ go off, somebody gettin’ hit
da gave my homie life cause he ain’t tell when he got gripped
free all them k!llers doin’ time that might not see the sun again
but i can’t speak for all of yal’
’cause i know k!llers locked in with snitches
free racks to book ’em
i see why n*ggas hate, ’cause i’m doin’ all the sh*t they couldn’t
i know my bank account look fat
she know i got racks, know i ain’t gotta show ’em
i went broke, then got it back all by myself out on that corner
we made summer cold, if you ain’t know go check the stats
bad lil’ b*tch backdoorin’, everytime she just might text
i heard that bag was on his head
that’s why his partners left him flat
n*gga, go get you some money before you diss me on that track
why you mad at me, we f*cked ‘yo b*tch, that ain’t my problem
keep on makin’ threats on instagram, n*gga come solve ’em
in my city b*tch we lit, just ask their block, we get straight to it
i can’t lock in with no n*gga if ain’t ain’t know for a few shootings
i charge 10k for a verse, he come with halves, just took it from me
i pour up wock to ease the pain
them percs be f*ckin’ with my stomach

- yungliv lyrics

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