Testo Pressure - Lil Darius feat. Big Boogie
Testo della canzone Pressure (Lil Darius feat. Big Boogie), tratta dall'album Pressure
All my diamonds they pressure
All my bitches be pressure
Ain't worried 'bout no broke n---a wanna fuck my hoe
Cuz they all be extra
Opps be talkin on the net
Treat em like tight clothes we seem em we stretch em
Stiff on a bitch tell her treat me special
Kappa alpha, surrounded by all these steppers
The one out the two don't test me
You know I spit fact no fiction
Tell em don't add me in no pictures
She know not to add in no pictures
When a young n---a pop they listen
Got some young n---a popped for that snitchin'
Switch ona blick when that mafucka hit
It look like the blick be glitching
Straight out the south I ain't telling no lie
I know that my dawgs forever gon ride
16 still fly a bitch to Dubai
Private pj wit the drip on fly
The pussy wasn't free she tell me she bi
Call up your friend and tell her to slide
Added da friend now we goin live
Just got my license and went got a Vet
Amiri my jean Moncler on my jacket
Too many 0 went blank on the check
Wanted the head she gave me the neck
Yea dis for my n---s that still in the jects
Free all my n---s that locked down the road
We still ain't give up on you yet yea
All my diamonds they pressure
All my bitches be pressure
Ain't worried 'bout no broke n---a wanna fuck my hoe
Cuz they all be extra
Opps be talkin on the net
Treat em like tight clothes we seem em we stretch em
Stiff on a bitch tell her treat me special
Kappa alpha, surrounded by all these steppers
The one out the two don't test me
You know I spit fact no fiction
Tell em don't add me in no pictures
She know not to add in no pictures
When a young n---a pop they listen
Got some young n---a popped for that snitchin'
Switch ona blick when that mafucka hit
It look like the blick be glitching
40 ball in my mouth I'm lit
Big dude talk that shit
SRT red key big stick
Pulled off shooting that switch
Rich young n---a I can take your bitch
CMG n---a I'm rich
Big ass chains they hitting so hard
My shit lit in the dark
Trackhawk race he take off the yard
Half a million in cars
Told my n---a n em don't get a job
I do the shit from the heart
Draco shells be spitting so hard
You gon die in the yard
All my diamonds they pressure
All my bitches be pressure
Ain't worried 'bout no broke n---a wanna fuck my hoe
Cuz they all be extra
Opps be talkin on the net
Treat em like tight clothes we seem em we stretch em
Stiff on a bitch tell her treat me special
Kappa alpha, surrounded by all these steppers
The one out the two don't test me
You know I spit fact no fiction
Tell em don't add me in no pictures
She know not to add in no pictures
When a young n---a pop they listen
Got some young n---a popped for that snitchin'
Switch ona blick when that mafucka hit
It look like the blick be glitching
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Writer(s): Terry Lewis, James Samuel Iii Harris
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