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chris sails - pressure lyrics
[verse 1: savay]
p_ssy stay wet so, he matching my drip
n_ggas strike out cause, i don’t let them hit
if i do i get that head, and i dip
they watching close, tryna see if i slip
feel like a n_gga, y’all stay on my d_ck
if i want it both ways, i’ll be taking your b_tch
[?] like i’m lilo, you stitch
stick to the code, hold it down, never switch
b_tches want beef but, can’t even get they bread up
p_ssy [?] f_ck a n_gga head up
yeah i tote that heat but, i always keep it cool
tryna [?] so you gotta be a fool
b_tch how you mad, i get paid to look cute
you just get paid to get f_cked for some shoes
talking that sh_t but, can’t back it, that’s tragic
f_cking with us, no you don’t want no static
you know i’m coming real hard in this b_tch
claiming he real but he folding the pressure
[?]booked me, only digits they getting
your n_gga stay on me, he feeling this shawty
getting hate more real then the love sometimes
and your b_tch more real then your mans, most times
b_tches look up to me like i’m they idol
and n_ggas look at me like they want a title
i don’t trust n0body but it’s f_cking k
my n_gga keep his strap like young m.a
my name ain’t simon, he gone do what i say
it’s a hot girl summer, so your n_gga ain’t safe
how you don’t f_ck with 12 but, you stay tryna cuff
[verse 2: chris sails]
okay
(gang gang gang gang)
(gang gang gang gang)
gang gang gang gang, n_ggas don’t really wanna bang bang bang
lame lame lame lame, they just f_cking for the fame fame fame
different day but the same d_mn thing
n_gga rich but ain’t a d_mn thing change
i wear my gun like it’s fashion
caught that p_ssy n_gga lacking
took the pistol out the wagon
n_gga froze up he was lagging
i ain’t gotta cap, i ain’t graduate
[?]to my f_cking face
even though we blood, i just can’t relate
yeah, i’m in the cut like peroxide
no shoes strings but, i’m mob_tied
keep a stick on me like a blind guy
creep up on a n_gga on his blind side
kind of like, ray charles
think about my past like, baseball
even though they did me wrong, hate y’all
tryna get a ap, like the viking
she won’t let me hit, i was striking
now i beat it up, mike tyson
n_gga too rich, to be fighting
b_tch i’m in these streets, f_ck a sidewalk
[?] like hot sauce
show them too much love, that’s my fault
n_gga catch up, cause i’m hot dog
heart too froze, i don’t need johnny dang
nowadays, b_tches they just do it for the fame
if we ever see the opps, then n_gga we gone bang
h_ll nah, n_gga you can’t hang with the gang
i’m the type to wipe a n_gga nose without the snot
car ain’t got no roof so, i made it give me top
if he acting like a p_ssy, then we gone hit his spot
cause this 4 got a d_ck, we gone air this b_tch out
don’t got, murder on my mind
but you bet not try to try me
cause even dr. miami couldn’t even save your body
you would think my n_ggas in a league
the way they catch a body
yeah, i cheated on my b_tch and i ain’t even tell her sorry
d_mn, okay, yeah yeah yeah yeah
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