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jamal kuron - pressure كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: jamal kuron & rio da yung og]
couple n_ggas did me dirty, i ain’t even trippin’
got them poles out, n_gga, but i ain’t strippin’
same n_gga talkin’ crazy just came up missing
put a couple on his head, let my n_ggas go and get it
give a f_ck who you with or who you hang with
y’all can all get y’all ass stumped, kirk franklin
i ain’t gon’ shoot ’em, let my lil’ dogs strangle ’em
i ain’t tied up with no b_tch, i ain’t tangled ’em
i just want the neck, b_tch, like a headlock
i ain’t stoppin’ sh_t, give a f_ck if the feds watch
money got me walkin’ funny, feelin’ like i’m redfox
i just bust a nut on her face, that’s a headshot
sippin’ on this henny while i’m waitin’ at the drive_through
my b_tch goin’ on and on, erykah badu
text her best friend, told that lil’ ho to slide through
the b_tch 5’9″ on her knees, the ho 5’2″
me and bro on the block, ’bout to get it in
this old money that i’m spending, senior citizens
you ain’t ridin’ like i’m ridin’, n_gga, what the f_ck you in?
huh? he in a 2002 benz
cut these n_ggas off, guess i’m better off solo
she for everybody, what the f_ck i want your ho for?
these n_ggas throw words, i throw bullets, tony romo
d_ck on the strap, turn a n_gga to a h0m_
my mind want the best for me, these rappers not impressin’ me
f_ck a strip club, b_tch, i’d rather invest in me
i control the game like a nba referee
jet_black pistol, same color as a refugee
n_ggas talkin’ work but they ain’t even workin’
i got a price for that girl if you tryna purchase
i done seen a lot of sh_t so i don’t get nervous
i done seen a couple of my n_ggas in them black he_rs_s (me too)
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
this ain’t no r&b sh_t, this spice talkin’
amiris cheetah print right by the knees, i don’t like balmain
how the f_ck they sayin’ i told and i don’t like talkin’?
the work gone, he callin’ for a zip, i’m finna drywall him
bring me a box of black&mild, the casino kind
it’s a lie, n_gga say he shot at me and he still alive
when it’s up with me, i’m still out here in traffic, i ain’t finna hide
an eight of red in seven lines of green, it’s christmas time
we finna f_ck these n_ggas up, me and jamal kuron
we sell dope, but i know swipers and some ‘bow credit cards around
that ‘cat ain’t fast enough, i bet this .223 halk you down
made a hundred racks, then got indicted, mixin’ all around
alright, let me dumb it down, i be sayin’ too much
i still get bricks for twenty_six, y’all be payin’ too much
i got a boogie b_tch who never let me f_ck, she be playin’ too much
these percs got me itchin’, trippin’ like when hector gave some of the angel dust
thirty_two hundred just to sip, b_tch, this wockhardt
grab my heat, then pop up on a n_gga, i’m a pop_tart
drunk an eight, then took a couple 30s, i got lockjaw
my son wanna play today, how much a part cost?
i’m good in every hood, b_tch, i’m comfortable on 8 mile
f_ck the pills, made one phone call, now i’m somewhere on a greyhound
ain’t you tired of tellin’ lies? you need to lay down
i’m living proof it’s easier to come up when you stay down
y’all n_ggas better hurry up, the clock tickin’
i ain’t no engineer, but when it come to dope, i know how to mix it
b_tch say i broke her heart, i know how to fix it
d_ck her down good, then take the lil’ b_tch out of town with me
when i made my first twenty, i ain’t take no pictures
baby broke, can’t move without a strap, he popped a gang of n_ggas
out on bond, so i don’t carry guns, but i’ll shank a n_gga
burn his body with this four_five, he looked like baked chicken
[outro: rio da yung og]
yeah, n_gga, ghetto boyz sh_t
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga, it’s rio da yung og
what up, jamal kuron?
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